Crowded House


This is terrifying.

You’ve coaxed me into this room

With the intoxicating, sound, smell and sight of you.

But all the seats are taken. 

And I can only stand there

As you claim that you want and need me,

As you do nothing to make room.


And I stand there.

Goosebumps replaced

By my heart,

Beating at an accelerated pace.

I’d given it permission to beat for you,

Ready to give it freely, rather than loan it 



But all of your guests are still there

The past,

The present.

There is no room

For a future with me.

And as I walk out,

I turn back to see 

That I’ve already been forgotten.

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