And then...

If you were to knock
on my door
my heart would jump into my throat

I doubt I could answer
though I've opened
that exact door for you
too many times to count

I'd peek around the corner
nervously, expectantly
full of hope
"let it be him
and not the solicitor
this time
please"

and our eyes would meet
and I would be frozen
my body flooding
with neurochemicals
as I stare

You'd knock again
"it's cold out here
please open"
I'd hear muffled through the door

Forcing each step
I'd move to the door
my hand on the nob
I'd open

I'd step back
and you'd step in
and then...

and then...

reality begins.