What If

If I answer the door one day, and there, from my past he stood. Would I know what to say? Could I come up with something good? Would I graciously invite him in? Or slam the door in his face? What if I saw the familiar silly grin, could I again let him invade my space? If I felt my heart skip a beat, would I run into his arms? Or would I wisely make a hasty retreat, not wanting to give in to his charms. What if I felt myself respond, maybe it could be different this time. I think of tomorrow and beyond, take back the life that was once mine. But, I know our time has come and gone, and I am not going to take another fall. So if the bell rang, and the intercom was on, I wouldn't bother answering the door at all.