He comes to find me as I sit alone
in a tiny room.
I close one door in my mind
And open another.

We communicate with questions;
What, where, when,
why didn't you?
Questions…Accusations
Bitter, angry conversations.

Sometimes I am lying in bed,
Other times I sit, very still
And wait for him to leave.
I want him to leave.

I need to be alone
So that I don’t have to be alone.
I want to open doors that I have closed.
He is intruding on another life
I need him to be gone.

Why wouldn’t you?

I wouldn’t, because I couldn’t.
You don’t, because you won’t.
Daily life, peppered with negatives,
Seasoned with unspoken resentments.

My life, the way it is, the way it will be,
There is no point in searching for a key,
If there is nothing to unlock.