Hello, old friend.

It’s been so long since you’ve come to visit

I had thought –

No, it was silly of me to assume.

You’ve never been one

To call in advance,

announcing your presence

before arriving at my door.

You’ve always just walked right in,

and made yourself at home.

Sitting down, pouring yourself a drink,

kicking back.

Your heels on whatever

is placed in front of you

Walking all over me.

Each time,

my heart clenches,

breathing hastens,

and I know

I must wait you out

Because after all,

you are me

Is it a reflection of the weather

Or perhaps

some unresolved angst.

Today,

I’ve decided to stop protesting

I can as much control you

as I can the rain

falling outside my window

So, instead,

I’ll pour myself a cup of tea

and ask

how you’re doing.