Up With The Sauce

Mansion

I could fill a mansion with the memories we have shared. Locked behind doors, they call. Some doors are old and worn, from all the pain and sadness they've endured. Other doors are unscathed, for the events behind them lay long forgotten. Depression tends to the rooms, reorganizing and sweeping the dust from unwritten stories. He keeps me sane, and keeps me company, but he's wise to linger behind the windows of cognac. Some rooms are loud, and the monsters trapped within howl and scratch until the door is opened. I've painted your name all over the mirrors with blood, as you carved your name into my heart. Forever etched into my soul, you are a part of me. You were as scary and beautiful, as calming and deep as the ocean. Filled with as many lights and possibilities as the vast sky. The constellations you drew in my head remain, like a tattoo, permanently imprinted in my brain. May the ink never fade like fog on a lens. The day will come when I have to open all those doors. I resent that day, but it'll also be the day when I remember your laughter, and your smile. Until then, I'm trapped in this prison, with the sound your struggles and silenced cries on repeat.