my guest

i have not
dressed myself
properly
to receive
visitors,
even those
most welcome,
and waiting
in loud
voices, i
hear them,
in my
hallway,
into my
door,
each corner
of my
space, i
will direct
them all
too soon,
as if i
found
no guest
at all,
it was
only my
imagination,
my hope
that someone
would
stop by
to visit me.