What secrets do you keep

and what promises do you sweep
under that thick, wool rug
while no one’s watching

Here I wait at the threshold
fingertips itchy, knuckles stretched white
wondering what in the hell comes next

I could walk away right now
spend my life trying to burn
every scent of you to dust
I could pretend to forget you

Or I could walk a little more
up to the border of your door
dare to knock, and hope you’ll come
and let me in