It was your knock

You said goodbye.
But you’d been saying goodbye for two weeks so I didn’t mind.
The door slammed
but I didn’t mind.

Good morning to myself
I´m alone
again.
Our side of the bed
is now my side of the bed.
Two feet
two slippers
And a robe,
and a telephone
and a window.
Pick up the phone
there’s nobody there
there’s no you there for all I care
Stare at the window
there’s no one there
“to hell with this, I don’t mind”
“I don’t care”
“at all”
There’s a knock on the door
My heart is pounding,
But my feet are calm
I´m anxious
I know it´s you
It´s your knock
Knock.           Knock. Knock.Knock.
I open the door and it’s your face,
your beautiful face
with your tail between your legs,
your skinny legs.
You looked up,
and I opened my robe.

Luigi Rodriguez.
2011.