YOU WON’T COME BACK

 

You won’t come back,

But I leave the door ajar,

Like a fool still waiting

For footsteps on the porch,

For the key to turn in the lock.

You won’t come back,

But I sleep on the left side,

I keep your pillow untouched,

As if the ghost of you

Might still rest there at night.

You won’t come back,

But I write to you anyway,

In letters I burn,

In silences that scream your name.

You won’t come back.

And yet, every beat of my heart

Still knocks on your door.