Why are you
pounding
at my door
again?
I answered once,
accepted your offer,
and sent you away,
satisfied
that you wouldn’t
return.
But here you are
again.
This time pounding
at my heart
louder,
more insistent.
I don’t want to answer.
I’ve hidden from
your face
too long.
Go away!
Leave me
with my grief!
It isn’t about you!
It was never about you.
It’s about me!
Isn’t it?
Take your
bruised fist
and leave me.
I have no space
for you
in my pounding heart.
