on friendships

i guess that after being gone
for so long,
there is no way, for me,
to come back to your home.

ice-frozen, closed windows.

i don’t mind being locked out.
i’ll sleep on your grass.
i’ll sit on your porch.
i’ll wait.

i guess i can only keep on living,
hoping that one day
my front-door key will fit again.

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