I've never had to share my home with anyone;
No visitors, no sleepovers, barely a passer-by.
I long for someone to stay for a long time
Preferably forever, but I fear the possibilities of neither.
The possibility of my home becoming broken,
The possibility of a fragrance I lose hold of,
The possibility of my home becoming a wreck after love leaves,
And as such my home has always been locked.
The door air tight and closed, the windows shutting out all light.
I created a transparent window at the uppermost floor
To have the moon accompany me in lonely nights.
I view the outside world for a potential partner,
The weather is cold and chilly, I can feel it with my palms glued to the window pane
Yet I see a figure standing outside, looking at me.
She doesn't approach, she just watches me
Like a snowman, unmoving and frigid.
She's been there awhile. I want to let her in,
I open the long shut door slightly and feel a blast of a chilly wind in my face.
Very cold. My fear grips me again. To ignore or not to.
I don't want to regret, but either choices are laced with it,
I don't know what to do.