Not to keep on about this
Door knocking and
Us opening said door
I hate to think it; let alone say it
But is it possible
You’re wearing out your welcome?
Not that we welcome you
Except when we do
Which of late is the case
House and heart guests can be wearying
Like fish, they say
But please, make yourself at home
We hear you banging
Beating repeatedly, incessantly
Coming heavy-hearted to the entry, or is it the exit?
Opening to you
Closes us to him
The intersection of breath and death
By the way, we received your hostess gift:
Grief arrived before you
Barely visible beneath all that baggage
Only Always.