A Love At the Door

It was hardly a day Since my love and I parted And yet my heart Was heavy with longing The pain of living Without her, my love Has he ever loved Who’s never missed his sweetheart No, I could stand it no more The sorrow I carried in my heart Weighed heavier and heavier Till my feet, my joints ached And I could have sold my fortune For a glimpse of that lovely face again I could have betrayed the oath And auctioned the kingdom to come I gazed out of the window Recounted episodes of childhood When mother was away And the wind carried scents of mango ‘Come in!’ I shouted Yet no one had knocked It was little cupid At his crafty games again I picked up ‘The Exorcist’, flipped a leaf “…and she doesn’t believe me,” Stuck in my throat Would my day-long depression now lift? I put the novel down Turned to the typewriter ‘To be thus is nothing to be thus Is nothing to be thus…” Knock! Knock! Knock!