Uninvited Guests

The uninvited guests,

Came knocking on my door.

I pulled the blinds,

And turned off the lights,

Pretending I wasn’t home,

But they knew better.

On the porch,

Fear and anger stood hand in hand,

With shame and grief close by.

They were in no hurry.

They had all day,

All night,

No matter how I paced within.

“Go away,” I shouted.

“I have no time . . . or space . . .

for you!”

Silence their reply.

“We’ve met before,” I offered.

“It ended badly.”

Silence still

So, in great frustration,

I went to the door,

And turned the locks,

One after another,

Pausing before the last.

“If you must!” I sighed,

And opened the door,

Only to find the porch empty,

And leaves swirling in the breeze.