Even when I close the door, I never turn the key.
Should I hear a ring or knock, I will always answer. Eventually.
It’s a sound I can’t ignore.
A presence I’m half expecting.
Always waiting for.
Knowing that one day, she will always return.
My mind remains hushed while the body rattles.
I still expect the same end result.
I do this out of kindness.
I do not expect change.
It’s a test of resolve. A chance for redemption.
She has to make an effort. This year will soon draw to a close.
A divide exists. His eyes burn with nicotine in demand.
Those fists, I can’t restrain. But my door is always open.
I won’t lie. I can’t hide. Too many times, I’ve tried.