Moody Monday (The Knocking)

The Knocking


she left him once

the radio singing her back

but she drove on

the phone chirping his frequent calls


she left a note

baby i love you but i do not love what you do…


he disbelieved

he raged

how dare she

never again will she


for three days

she held out

sorrow her only friend

until they talked again


she returned to him


revisiting their dreams

the infestation left quietly unaccounted for


the knocking

knock knock knocking…

began again

he let go of his soul


she saw it 

heard his lies

looked past his vacant eyes

viewed the obsession that was his life


she can’t take on the road again

but she won’t answer

the knock just gets louder

knock  knock  knocking…






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