Three Twenty Two

Four walls.
A ceiling.
A floor.
Two doors.
A window.
A bed.
A cupboard in a wall.
Three doors in the cupboard.
No prayer was said.
No good was done.
Only mistakes.
Stupid mistakes.
Some hopes were killed.
Some dreams were shattered.
A name entered the room.
A name of trust.
That grew into love.
Love changed.
Not to hate.
But it changed.

I am not in 322 now.
Not any more.
But some part of me still is.
In 322.