I will always be there
nowhere I’d like to be
and nowhere I’m ever likely to leave
at the end of the hall.
But you’ll check every other door first.
Perhaps stay in some of the rooms
for a while.
for most of your life.
Until you realize that you don’t fit there
and you feel trapped in
and the walls come closing in
and you need to get out before you’re locked in.
The things that drew you in
will repulse you.
The things you thought were welcoming
will push you away.
The curtains will close.
The floor will get cold.
The lights will burn out.
But meanwhile I wait at the end of the hall.
Trying to get you to come
trying to get you – anyone – to stop in
even for a while.