You have forgotten
the keys you gave me
on a bright summer day.
I was never invited
But told to visit when I felt like
That was in March
and now its December
Hunched against the wind
I have come like a thief
I know you are out
I take my shoes off
and walk on your carpet
It rubs between my toes
as I walk around the room
Look at your pictures on the shelf
I sit at the dining table
wondering how you look
when sunlight streams on to you
through the windows
on early winter mornings
In the kitchen, near the oven
I imagine you leaning
against the counter
as you tell me over the phone
of the dinner you burnt
I climb the stairs
peep into your study
at your desk I see you write
One door I leave untouched
some doors even love can’t open
I wonder if you will notice
one missing picture from so many
I take the skeletons out of your cupboard
lock the door behind me
and throw the keys as I walk away
September 16, 2008 at 4:43 pm |
Omg..tht was beyond brilliant..some of the lines – ‘One door I leave untouched,some doors even love can’t open’ and that last para…wah wah..keep writing Boy..
September 16, 2008 at 4:50 pm |
September 30, 2008 at 3:19 am |
neat stuff buddy, but was the person out or was the person in the study at the table writing?
September 30, 2008 at 4:10 am |
“One door I leave untouched, some doors even love can’t open” was truly awesome!
“I take the skeletons out of your cupboard/lock the door behind me/and throw the keys as I walk away” brought back memories, long locked up…deep inside. You can say it opened some of those doors
September 30, 2008 at 5:41 am |
just happened to visit your blog through Amit’s and now am totally hooked…….
keep writting buddy………!!