Whenever you leave

In anticipation of your return

I leave my doors open

I know it’s a bad habit

But I always do.

These open doors invite dust

I like to keep tidy

But as long as my openness invites you

I’ll bear it

Watching the sand in the hourglass fall.

Did you ever say you’d return?

My friend erodes from being exposed so long

It seems I have become the hourglass

I sit counting down the years

Until the sand we let it blocks my doors.