Who’s Afraid …?

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Ever after





I let him in.

after all, he had been waiting

so long, so patiently,

so persistently,

outside of my door

that I don’t remember

what it was not to see him

there

surrounded by expectancy

holding down hope

anticipating this day

that I had, at long last

allowed him to come inside.

He didn’t know, until

the lock turned behind him,

that we were out of meat

and Baby Girl needed a new coat.

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