WHERE THE HEART IS
I am far from two windows and a door. Empty. Cobwebs and dust mites dancing. I am nameless, call me one or two. The echoes say “it can be you, it can be me”. All I see is a cliff. A lake. Glass. A mirror reflects one face, a million masks stare back. An ugly multitude.
I voice it once, twice, thrice. I need a door, you can take away the windows, I can see without them. You are here, my charm. All I see is a cliff, a lake. There are bubbles in the bath, further deep, further down. You are here, there is air in my lungs, droplets on the tiles. A beautiful Mosaic.
A locked door. Three knocks that echo your name, my charm. All I see is a cliff. Frigid breeze, birds and trees, downward I plunge, weightless.
Poem: Popoola Ololade Aderemi
Image: Pete Linforth Pixabay