born from the fear of abandonment by a friend.

For days I walked pass
Without an inkling of interest
Busy with my own concerns and no need to venture
Then without notice I went perusing
And found this place that met my fancy

Comfort was its greatest asset
With room to relax and reflect
My creative juices flowed uninhibited
Fostered by walls that echoed relevant responses
Free to explore all it offered
With rooms that captured my attention

Limited only by time, I thought
I took an easy pace, no need to rush
A timely squeak and then a thud
One door had shut and then another
Slipping out to investigate, I knocked and waited
Then reality strikes, I am ‘locked out’.



This cant be true , I’d just begun
To explore, expand and plan way beyond
“Its just a game, I’ll soon be in” I thought
I had my deed to prove I did belong
But hope diminished as I watched curtains drawn
And the crushing sounds of fastening bolts.

If I had known I’d have packed my things
And seal the memory of each encounter
Now I stand unprepared, empty and lost
Bathing in a slurry of panic and disappointment
I’ve tried most doors and windows too
But to avail, it really is true “locked out”

For that’s the game that life can deal
Matters not how hard you played
You search for evidences of an invitation
And come up short with just best intention
For life goes on and so do friends
But you will live to love again.



©Copyright Patrice Williams-Gordon 2006