Fear
The problem is you
Were never meant to stay,
To set down your things
And strip to bare feet.
As if you live here.
You rapped your knuckles
Across the door, my brain,
And turned a deaf ear
To my shouting, my prayers.
I was much too weak
And let you stay for dinner.
Somehow you found a key,
Coming and going as you choose,
Plundering the refrigerator,
My heart, of any riches
Saved scrupulously for family,
Friends, and my good wife.
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