the ones who scream they’ll kill you never do

so i wonder, after all these years, will you scream at the door an audible barrier to your house will you scream that you will stick slice cut me

or will you let me in stare at me disbelieving, wondering what the hell am i doing on your doorstep wondering what connection we made all those years earlier when your mum used to steal your shoes to keep you home (and it failed) and i would read the London papers wondering if you were dead or, depending, worse still alive