a door knob without a keyhole

new years come and the winter has come early

cold to the touch,

i would give anything for a lighter-

for you to hold me close

to let me in over the threshold

instead of an eye on the knob

and an eye on the window.

peaking

wondering what the wonder of the wonders is going on inside.

i wasn’t always an on the outside

but i can’t remember what the inside looks like.