Ending

There is no happy
ending here,
only long gray hours
and twisting jungle vines.
No one comes past the gate 
to love me.
Rooms and rooms sealed 
wasted, full of what
was never given,
what no one thought 
they wanted,
knew they didn't need, 
never took.
Only memories of perfect
long golden moments
before the gray,
when angels smiled 
for full minutes,
cats danced around me
and didn't lick their paws
to wash the hope off my face.