you can see me dancing on the threshold
and i know that
my mind is used up properly.
i’m tired and i just want to come in.
i don’t have think to think
or rhyme, but if you’d just
give me a reason to come in.
i’d gladly take a hand, or a word
to my silent knock
and pleading eyes.
my steps can’t go first,
because first you need to break the ice.
my toes are scuffing at the door,
the door into your heart.
i’m tired, and i just want to come in.