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
marvelling
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
