Every knock on the door tears me up a bit more
as I lay here in silence on the twenty first floor.
It’s never my door that’s knocked on,
it feels like they forgot about John,
but it’s not them that I care for,
only her that I want
to knock on my door,
only her to be here
on the twenty first floor.
Do I always want more?
you betcha I do,
I want her to breeze in
and tell me.
I love you.
I check out the letter box
every time that somebody knocks
there’s never anything there, so
I lay here in silence
waiting for her
to come home.
© 2016, John Smallshaw.