at the door

at the door

you asked if you could see my house sometime

you liked what you saw through the window

the pictures on the wall arranged just so

an amber glow to warm your cheeks in january

your collection of keys lust for a new friend

so i sat at the door

warned of flight risk but

thinking the bird in my mouth could be enough

for it was my window that caught your eye, my door you wanted a key to

nights turned into mornings

chasing tales of daydreams

reaching out to hold a shadow

i looked out the glass hoping to find you looking back

pretending like you would ever throw rocks at something

you are too scared of breaking

you asked if you could see my house sometime

until the night my power went out

you lit a match without crossing my threshold

so i sat at the door

watching your illusion fade into flames

the words i never had the chance to speak

rotting in my mouth

the shadow in the hallway

the bird tapping into the pane

the fixture on my doorstep

all begging me to close the blinds

my nights turned into mourning daydreams

you asked if you could see my house sometime,

so i sat at the door.