Monday, June 20, 2016

The Room

Noone said 'Here are the keys to your life.'
But if they had done then you might have entered that room
and seen the clutter inside and the many doors
you would have become distracted by fabulous times
and friends
and found money in drawers
and begun to watch so many films
some about yourself

The men
would be many
and so much beauty
but now you look at the narcissists in their lairs and snarl as you walk by

Time would bend and space would open and suddenly you would be in many countries
all at once
and dancing
and crying

In that moment and in that moment and in that moment you would feel love
and your heart would become filled with sweetness
then suddenly it all goes dark and you would find yourself alone in a bed with the curtains drawn
without reason to be
but you keep waking up
and at some undefined point you realise you are smiling
and he, and he, and he did not kill you

and all the dreams and all the hopes and all the rushing and pushing and getting and gigantia of it
one day slows down

and in that room you would suddenly want to retreat
to nestle with a book and another
and wait, look around, do you see – you are alone
no more calls, no more rings on the doorbell, no more offers or dates or invites

But this is not the end
and the room still has many doors you did not yet see