Anticipation

I drink my poison
Sip by sip
Only with the hope
That one day
You will save me

I walked miles to stand in front of your door
Hesitant to knock
I stand there
Waiting
You will have to come out
One or the other day
Or do you have a secret way out?

I hear your voice, your noise
When you walk with so much energy
Jump out of joy, happiness, and laugh
I hear the activities inside your house
Behind those walls, which I have not crossed

I dream about
How you may look
How you may talk
How you may hold me
Take me inside your house
How your house would look
About everything
That I have not seen

The doorbell rings, so many times
All those who have come
After me
But rang the bell
Have gotten inside
Have left the building
With changes in them
I see them with curious eyes
If I can find
Any impression of yours on them

I have carried it both
The good and the bad
As they rot, get stale
I sit and wish to see you
And only that
As I sip my poison

BhaShe