at the door

maybe i’ll hear you

maybe        i won’t

maybe i’ll open the door

maybe i’ll hold it shut

maybe i’ll just

peek through the

peephole,

maybe i’ll slip

a whisper underneath

maybe,

if you’re there

long enough

and i come to

my senses,

i will let you in

and i’ll pull you close

clutching by the waist,

crashing breast to breast

and i will beg you

for forgiveness

and i will confess to you

that

i just didn’t know