Unwelcome

He’s here again

A most unwelcome guest

He never calls first,

Knocks, or makes a request

To visit.

He just enters unexpected,

My personal space disrespected.

I never know how long he’ll stay

It could be hours, or maybe days.

He sits too close and whispers to me,

Sharp, stabbing words:

“You’ll never have that, it will never be

For you.”

His lies sound true.

I cry in protest, and I begin to cower,

But he knows no empathy and his voice gets louder.

“No love, no hope,

no time.” I can’t cope!

Maybe I’ll just sleep until he is gone.

There’s some relief in disappearing,

But for how long?

I never know how long he’ll stay.

It could be hours, or maybe days.