Transition.

My ex always had his own desk. The piece of furniture wasn't important (this one we found abandoned in the street in pretty good condition - we had no money and he wanted a desk, so it was ideal). He played, he created, he watched, he relaxed. His desk was always astonishingly messy, but it was his space, which I never touched.

Today he finally took all of his things. I feel very sad, but relieved. We said goodbye, we're now completely separated, and I can start to build my life without him.

The most significant thing I noticed when he took the last of his things was the empty desk.

Now I sit in his space, my computer in place of his, and my own things will slowly accumulate where his things used to be.