I step out of my car
and walk to the door
ready to be welcomed
by the familiarity of
your home,
your warmth,
your calm,
--the things that make
me smile --
your happiness.
But I am welcomed
by a locked door,
and I can't seem
to remember which
is the spare key
(the one you
lent me months ago)
in the starless night.
I try each one,
willing you to open up --

"Is everything alright?"
Nothing.
"You know you can tell me
anything, right?"
Nothing.
"Why are you upset?"
Nothing.
"Is there anything I can do?"
Nothing.

-- to no success.
I'm locked out,
and I sit here in the dark,
wishing I had a light.