read it back to me and grin

When I think of how many times I’ve been pulled to either side
Sleeping on my left, wistfully wishing seated at my right
The Lincoln Center chairs welcome me among their velvet springs
And the anticipation of the old blue cotton loveseat memories bring

Waiting in the room with one window
Gated with vegetal wire
I opened it in the dark
To let out my affairs and fires

I can still you all sitting there
How I loved that place that bit and stung
Whispered and rung

Hey you’re all grown up now
You possess a roof of confessions
And a boudoir of first times
You can try to lock the door
But they’ll all get in
With their lovely whispers, songs and rhymes

The first key I ever held
All mine