Knock, Knock

Written 1/23/2019

The doorbell rings,

I run and throw on the smile,

Creaking while it swings open,

The years have been rough,

Open and close,

I am me always greeting,

Holding my smile,

Rain or shine,

There is always someone on the other side,

Filled with hope,

Hoping I sign at the dotted line,

It has become a habit,

To open and recycle,

UPS or Fedex and nothing has been right,

I check the clock,

The hour hand where it has always been,

My heart has gone to a deep slumber,

Exhausted with lack of excitement,

I look in the mirror,

My ovaries solemnly staring,

The clock ticks my shriveled precious,

I look down,

Wine has spilled,

I hear a knock,

My hand shakes,

The door slightly jammed,

I inhale,

And with all my might pull the heavy door once more.