Vacancy.
Driving on some lonely road along the way in the middle of the nowhere I found a motel that it seems perfect place to relax.
Before we open the door you phone rings and is you husband and he begin to ask you a lot of things and you told him that you were with a friend on a trip knowing that you are here with me.
Lies, lies and more lies is all what its about, you lie to him and I lie to my self that you will love me and that we will be together some day.
Vacancy is what we see on the motel sign, where your pride, your marriage and everything else that you and him work so hard for went down the drain.
By
Christian montiel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem