around my door

for years you've lingered too long around my door, so long, in fact, you've found your favorite spot on the porch. that spot right outside the window in a wooden chair with a view of the land you see but never work. a nice spot in the shade where the soft breeze from the south passes every evening, and the smell of the leaves and burning wood lingers every morning. i've invited you to come on in in every kind of weather, i've arranged for you to leave by every mode of transportation, but all you want is for me to come out and sit with you...wait with you. sometimes, when im in the mood, i'll sit next to you and listen to you talk until the sun come up. meanwhile, i forget about my life inside the house and about my life out in the town. i forget things about myself like my name and my face, but mostly my age. i slip away. i know you know that i do by the way i clutch your hand and rest my head on your chest [ like a child, not a lover]. then, like a movie script ending with perfect timing, you say,"stay with me.", but i always find a reason to go...always.

sincerely,
kayla