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

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