I came here holding your open invitation,
Creased with indecision I’d let yellow
Fold after unfold.
You made it simple - 
Spelled it out for me,
Despite knowing I’d mix up your words
Until fact hid behind fiction
In a fantasy I thought I was fit enough
To chase and return to you,
But never did.
I came here expecting a closed door - 
Locked against the silence you didn’t deserve - 
And found you inviting me in.
You laughed when guilt paralyzed my limbs.
I’m not forgiven yet, you assured me.
You just didn’t want to see me freeze to death.
I sat next to you – 
The cold finally taking leave of us – 
As I told the true story of me
I should have let you see.