a room in your heart

I see you sleeping like a baby. And I wonder how you were when you were like me. The shabbiness of the little room does not take away from its comfort. You seem at home in it. It almost feels like a room in your heart. Sad, colorless, unkempt. But how unkempt does unkempt feel when unkempt stays with you despite everyone else leaving your side? How disappointing is sadness when happiness leaps and makes a dash every time you try to catch it? The sleeping you is calm. Like death in all its glory. It is time for me to go. I shall tiptoe out. From this room. From your heart.