I imagined you’d be taller
when the doorbell rang
but I expect you’ve knocked down
your fair share of men
I reimagined our filmic encounters
in grainy black and white
and you were talented enough
to change my reels that night
I sit and wait patiently
for the doorbell again
but it’s been six months
since it last rang
The Visitor
Filed under Poetry
Oh my, this is so painfully good.
thank you so much, you’re too kind