50/50 Chance

my father’s indecisive footsteps

lingered by my bedroom door

as if he’s fighting back his urges

I prepare myself for the worst

it’s heads or tails

a 50/50 chance that he will go away

I submerge myself deeper into the bed

& put the covers over my head

it keeps the monsters at bay

at least that what my mother

used to say, but does she know

the “boogie man” I see every night

Is the man she loved so dearly