Invitation From the End

A lot has happened here, I can tell you,
tell you if I’m allowed.
It’s cold inside,
the end is inviting me in again.

There are people dancing on my roof
and I cannot sleep.

If I do sleep, please wake me,
so I can see you there, floor-chin forming a smile.
In the dream, a chair was against the wall, a shirt
at its feet, deposited there by a clumsy,
house-wandering cat.

This is not a real place that I am.

I do own cats, and cats do own me,
and I do own a chair that owns my ass...
But I must decline the kind invitation from the end to go inside.
It’s much too early for me to say goodbye.
I can learn to sleep with people dancing on my roof.