locked in hidden rooms are my memories of you

I didn't want to make a scene
over lattes and a smoke
I never should have came….
I drove to your house
and broke the police tape recklessly
dark windows and a flashing tv
stalking me through empty rooms.
Imagining strange hands
lifting you to strange places
driving nowhere I could follow
it must have been a sideshow.

I want to know
why you let go…