to your rooms

on my way to your office

           to be with you

                    inside your room

                             my place 

holding on to the enigma

of who you might be,

    I thought

        you could be my father or brother

        you could be my lover

        you could be every man

               I’ve ever known

                      or thought I knew

I arrived

you said you understood

—we would figure it out together

            you were no-one but you 

                    I wanted you to agree