Art by @TinoMoyo ; @lander.one1 on Instagram, @LanderOne1 on Facebook
I never know how to handle guests
I can be a bore
Sometimes too busy to get the door
Except you wouldn't let me rest
You drummed and hollered until I let you in
Offered you a cranberry with gin
And sat you in the middle of the room
Still, I proceeded to consume myself with tasks at hand
Only now do I understand maybe they didn't really matter
It's like over-mixing cookie batter
Some of the flavour gets lost
You coughed and whispered
Chocked and whimpered
But the ambience of everything else kept me away
When I turned your way
You had turned to stone
I wish now I had known what you wanted to say
Acting grown and letting my pace run away with me
I shook you to stay with me
Hoping you were just playing with me
But your glass was half empty
Your suit still neatly pressed
Wrinkles on your hands
Wrinkles frozen on your forehead
Eyes wide shut
I cut a loose tear and heard the floorboard creak
It only occurred to me then it might break
Hopefully, that would be my break-through
I don't know what else to do with the elephant in the room
It's too heavy to move
Yet too precious to lose
I'm itching to know what you had in store
I can't guess without losing my sanity anymore
I punch stone
Screaming at it to speak
Day in and day out
Hope turns bleak
Meek I approach and kneel
I seek guidance to heal
Space to grow
And a mind to know when I'm sinning against myself
I lock the door
Curl up on the unsteady floor
And laugh inwardly
Frost cold yet chaffed
Maybe my snore will wake up that which is larger than life
