if i knock, would you see me?

I was a crib full of absence, a mouth that learned not to ask much without expecting returns,

I wished myself into a casket, torn and unmended just to feel you stich me.

You look so much past,

You always look past

Still standing there,

Never changed,

You never will,

And i don’t expect,

And i never will.

Yet my heart still beats for you to say those enchanted syllables.