my room
There was a place once,
Something I built for you alone,
Clean and unspoilt.
And you walked up and found the door open to you,
A door that others had passed by
Seeing only blank walls.
Inside you sat on your plush comfy couch,
Enjoying the things I had placed there for you,
The things I knew would bring a smile to your lips
And your lips to mine.
We stayed for a while, nestled into each other during the times when the world outside rocked and trembled,
We knew it was safe.
Then one day
You threw down your things and left a mark on the wall,
Stained the carpets with your filthy boots,
Lit a cigarette, blew smoke into the air and ashed in the corners,
Split your drinks upon the upholstery,
And left without paying the tab.
You didn’t even have the decency to call the cleaners before you ran away.
And so I was left
With a room I’m unable to rent.
And I couldn’t even let you back in,
Because when you left
You slammed the door so hard the hinges bent.
© mjc 12 May 2009
