The Door Left Ajar

Poetry by | August 2, 2009

Because someone has finally come
I open the door
after keeping it closed for so long.

The carpet is unrolled,
the chimes are hung,
the perfume sprayed —
all to welcome the visitor
at the door.

As she draws nearer
and nearer
my heart races

but then, without warning
she turns her back
her back she turns.

I close the door again.

Had I not left it ajar
I would not have seen
her coming
at all.

—-
Karlo Antonio David was born in Kidapawan and is currently an AB English student of the Ateneo de Davao University.

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