All Doors Are Locked Except the Front Door
by Temidayo Jacob

in this house, there are many doors
to open — entrances to elsewhere.

i have a lover — i am addicted to her.
the strangest love i have ever known.

she teaches me how to make love to
myself — something i can’t do alone.

asking her to go out of my life can be
likened to me writing a suicide note.

lately, my lover has been acting like
opener of doors — testing every door

to see which one opens without sound.
last night, we had a brief argument.

this morning, i wake up to a still lover
beside me. all doors are locked except

the front door. my lover left without a
note. a thread from her dress dances on

the door knob. i stare long and hard at
the door thinking of what life without

my lover will wear. tonight, i’m thinking
of going after her through the front door.

i mean, my heart beats to die after my
late lover and there is nothing i can do.


NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Here, front door is a metaphor for death. We all have people we love so much or are addicted to or feel we can’t live without them. When they leave, there is usually this urge of joining them wherever they may be.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Temidayo Jacob is a sociologist who writes from the North Central part of Nigeria, with his work published in many local and international journals and anthologies, online and in print.