#174

You kept on knocking, knocking

Knocking at my door

I kept on granting, granting

Until I could no more

Like many others before you

You filled your cup and left

Never once it crossed your mind

You were leaving me bereft

I kept on knocking, knocking

Hands outstretched at your door

Knocking until I was reduced

To a bloodstain on the floor

When everything is over

When we no longer come to be

You’ll explain to heaven

While heaven will to me.