This Old House
It’s evening and we are here, in this old house. We are tearing down the walls and old memories of people we don’t know to make room for something new. We hope it will be good. No, it’s going to be good I decide. It’s going to be good because I said so, because I insist. And as the alternative world of maybes and what if’s fall away, I find myself secretly hoping to find something hidden in these walls that someone has forgotten. An old key to a hidden door that opens to an ancient kingdom where I find my true love coming back from his long voyage out at sea. We meet in the rose garden where I sometimes lay to rest, where he finds me, and I tell him of this old house and that evening where something beautiful was born because I said so.