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...the main thing is don’t let him in
old man.
Do you hear?
Push him over the threshold
And don't let me back in.
He'll just stand against the wall
Bent over, sobbing like a child,
With both hands
smearing it across the face -
Do you remember how then,
in pitch winter,
when I left the birthday party -
if I never knew
what is it like to be at home,
that means no
at home inside me...
Do you hear, don't give in
don't listen
don't give in
There is no one there behind the door.
March 2019