Lethal Home Etiquette

You left the door open

after three days, a slight chill

a cool breeze that bit my skin.

*

After a month,

snow flurries covered the entrance,

harsh winters soon followed,

shoveling up the remnants of your exit.

*

After three months,

it started to thaw,

frozen panels dripping wet,

residual damage of the door becoming a threat.

*

After six months,

watercolor poppies and hummingbirds

hummed,

i watched from the inside, as I was greeted

by ribbons of the sun.

*

I waited, and waited, and waited,

winter, summer, spring,

now fall,

i realized no one was coming back at all,

to close the door.

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Thought to myself,

how ridiculous it is to have my front door open

all the time.

*

Permitting intrusion without ammunition

while roughing it out,

in brusque, harsh conditions.

*

I glanced outside,

a cool breeze bit my skin,

snow flurries started to cover the entrance.

*

The risk was far too great to endure another

year,

of chilly throbs, and starless drear.

*

With every passing day, piles on another chore,

no one was coming home; that’s when i decided it was time,

for me to close the door.