And as I lock all the doors and windows from inside,
Make peace with my loneliness, I hear a knock and I know it is you.
"Enough now," I say to myself, "knock-knock" I hear it again,
"Don't open the door" my conscious warns me, but the knock never ends, or it is what I presume.
"Just a glimpse, there is no harm in that," my heart says,
"No, you know what would happen after that" I exclaim,
"Knock-knock", again, and again, and then again. I surrender to those soft taps,
And I run, as fast as I can for that glimpse, for that little glimpse.
And as I open the door, the usual happens,
You are not there. You are gone, but you must be somewhere in the way, how far can you go walking, so I run, I chase you, ask people about you, take the same route you traced, even stop at your favourite cafe, but I find you nowhere.
I return home, I lock the doors, I lie down,