If I knew you were coming

i opened the door

to your knock

but I did not know you were coming

i was not even sure i heard the knock

softly tapping out our code

like the wind coming to gossip

i opened the door 

to your knock

without throwing on a robe

nor covering those scars

you hate so much

the room is still dark

and I can smell your presence

though your silhouette casts no shadow

and i don’t know if your face is grim

i did not know you were coming

so you will not find all of us at home

logic does not know you exist

he has gone to build a house

another house without doors

so you do not have to knock

when you visit 

emotion is still asleep 

the day has taken a toll

so it is only me, who is not sure who i am

and I did not know you were coming

If I knew you were coming

i would have practiced how to open the door

and offer you a chair facing the window

drawn the curtains hiding the street

so the early morning sun

will dispel the darkness

and remove the silhouette around your face

i would know what greetings to say

and whether to send for a sermon or a smoke

from the little shop down the street

if only I knew you were coming today.