This Is Not A Motel Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The moment you said to me,
You needed more time to find yourself...
I didn't expect to see you back here so soon.
That's why I cleaned out your room.
And sold some things!
The rest,
As you can see...
I threw away.
Oh...
I'm sorry!
I don't mean to be rude.
This is my new lover.
And we are blessed,
Not to have a problem...
Knowing exactly where we are.
You're welcomed to come in...
If you would like to.

'Wow.
I didn't think you would change like this.
So quickly.'

Hey...
What can I say?
If you needed more than twenty four hours...
You should have called.
This is not a motel,
Where you can come as you choose to be serviced.

You needed time to find yourself?
I hope you were successful?