You have so many special memories
or crowded rooms where your alone.
Open smiles, hidden tears.
Memories,
like childish fantasies that never played out right.

but then there's always Stanton Island
and little boats in the rain.
Summer days when winters
trying its hardest to change things.

Maybe somewhere you had a real friend,
someone who knew your name,
or named you.

Then somewhere on the other side of time,
where room blends into room
and lovers are faceless,
where life hides it's secret door,
there's an icy dark prison
that hides your heart
from those of us who wish
to touch it.