It starts small

A turned knob

An open door

Well hello

Old friend

How have you been?

A memory stirs

With a wicked hand

A light goes out

You’ve closed the door

But it doesn’t matter

You’re not alone

The whispering starts

And the tears come

Because you know


Always uninvited

Tends to overstay

3 thoughts on “UNINVITED

  1. That’s how it, usually is, something we don’t want, just, becomes that, squatter, and, we can’t find ways, to, chase it, away, and we must, learn to, adapt ourselves, to the uneasiness, the upset, we feel, in its, presence.


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