Doors open; Infinitely swinging both ways.
I've been waiting breathlessly to speak with you again.

But please don't come, if you cannot stay.
I'm at a loss for words, wordless again.

And please don't promise, if no promises you're willing to make.
This never happens, as I always have something to say.

Please just love me; simply because you know my name.
For unknown reasons, you've left me speechless again.

For now, hope is all I hold, in this hopeless abode.
Forever resting, in this empty home; I call my heart, the roaming gnome.
© 2013 Christina Jackson