There is a neon sign
Always lit
V A C A N C Y
The joined up letters flicker
At the far end of a dark alleyway
Tucked aside from main street
But always there
Like a scratch in the back of your throat
And a quiet buzzing
It is a room
A space
A hole in the ground that will never be filled
You used to live there
From time to time
You would come and go and go again
And now though I seem to rarely think of you
Even in sleep
It will stay lit always
Just
In
Case.