Saturday, November 16, 2013

When I Knock

It's been a few days since I've heard from you.
It's been a few months since I've seen your face.
It's been a long time since I've heard your voice.
It's been a bit since we laughed like we used to.

Do you still like me? Am I still worth your space?
Or in these empty moments has everything changed?
Do you suddenly see all the seeping wounds on my skin?
Do you smell a strong odor of putrid flesh?

Have you started looking for the back door to exit?
Are you suddenly realizing how horrible I really am?
Do you watch the phone ring with dread when I call?
Do you stand quietly by the door when I knock?

No? You still like me? And you want me to stop by?
You don't see my flaws as ghastly as that?
You've been busy and you regret not being available?
But you've thought of me and missed me?

Oh, I see. You've not had time to notice my failures.
You've not yet seen how detrimental I will be to you.
You don't yet understand that I am too much work.
You've been to busy to notice how draining I can be.

You will. And when you do, I will have known...
This day was coming. But if it isn't soon,
I'll probably just do you the favor of walking away
So you don't ever have to stand quietly by the door
when I knock.