Purgatory

Resting an elbow on my kitchen table

I decide that I’m bored of this familiar scene

Have you ever been to my house?

I spend most of my time in here

I’ve never been to your house

If you’d invite me over one of these afternoons

I’d have a look around

I’d sit with you on the couch

I’d take in the surroundings you’re used to

Still, I wouldn’t know what it’s like to live in it

I bet you have a drawer somewhere

Full of items you didn’t know what to do with

Dead batteries you’ve been meaning to recycle somewhere

A ball pen that doesn’t work

Old receipts, elastic bands, a broken paper clip

Maybe deep down you still have hopes

Those trinkets will come in handy somehow

Yet idly they sit

In that limbo of a drawer

You just never get around to using them

You never get around to throwing them away