What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

In The Chasm of The Lair

 

I remember all living spaces,

A hall, doors, staircase and rooms,

They were oversized and enormously spacious,

I don’t know what’s happened,

Everything looks so small,

Everything looks so lost,

 I used to breathe in this house,

I used to love in these rooms,

Now my breath sits on the couch,

You have been painting for years,

One couch and always two figures,

 Sitting together they never merge,

They think apart,

Two watercolor spirits,

Not sharing the same touch,

‘How would it feel if everything I died for was forever and ever gone?’

‘How can I make you to see all these things,

You decided long time ago,

You would never see them again,

Considering them to be artifacts’,

Pieces of ourselves have been caught,

In the web of an amber evening,

It did a lot of work,

Weaving one of a kind feelings,

An armada of time arrived,

And anchored in your lair,

Finally you can paint,

The emergency of two beloved,

Now you are prepared,

It isn’t important if you belong,

Somewhere or to somebody,

The most important thing is belonging to your self,

One day your self won’t be enough,

You will be without a home,

You have just realized,

Now you are living,

Without everything you used to believe,

 You would have died,

If you had lost it one day,

‘What are these boxes around?’

Boxes and pages are on the floor,

When will she come?

Which box will she open?

‘These are not boxes,

These are spacebars’,

It is the irony of our life,

No one prepares us,

For something that will never happen.