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.