Here Me

Sometimes
I awaken to a feeling
that I’m standing in front of a door,

and I’m startled
when I hear a knock at the door.

But I don’t open it.

I can’t.
I don’t have the heart.

I now know why
I’ve never been in love.

You are my heart.

And so I couldn’t fall in love
until I met you.

I’m willing to open the door.
I’m willing to let you in.
But will you knock?

I turn toward the beating
of my wakening heart.
And there you are.
There you are.

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