You send me love letters, but they never arrive.
You call me on my number, but the phone never rings.
You knock at my door, but no one is ever at home.
You drive by to see me, but the windows have all been sealed shut.
The hallways are vacant of footprints.
The rooms are void of noise.
The entries have all been chained.
The exit gate is swinging wide.
Their questions will never be answered.
Their answers will never be questioned.
Their thirst will never be quenched.
Their hunger will never be filled.
It is said, “Curiosity killed the cat,” but that happened way before our time.
The story had ended.
The song has been sung.
The fortune was never found.
And the fat lady started to hum and then died.
Penned -MG – 10/31/19
*I do not own this video or have it in my possession. This is from YouTube, and I thought it would be an interesting addition to the poem.