An unwelcome intruder

you were, that Wednesday night

you landed on the vinyl

while I tended to the bags

under my eyes before bed.

This, of all places? But why?

Did you want a change of scene,

somewhere to make a fresh start?

Or did you just end up here

and have no idea why?

 

If your answer's the latter,

don't worry - you're not alone.

Poor thing - you were so timid,

too scared to venture outside

your comfort zone. I'd get in

and you'd be in the same spot;

lifeless, yet alive. You flew

only when you were prompted,

never seeing the wonders

beyond the en-suite bathroom.

 

Until one day, I tapped you

but this time you didn't fly. 

Not even light aroused you.

Foot down on the pedal bin

and in you went. I don't know.

Maybe you didn't give thought

to the limitations

of your months on Planet Earth.

Time was suffocating you

and you didn't even know.