Don’t Shut The Door

People get closer than expected
Now the plauge has been lifted
Heading home to empty kitchens
To make meals for no one else

Poised against love as if it meant
Something to them - though
I lost the difference in Derrida’s
Meanings now paid in coins

Charging yourself less only
To make more in sacred piety
“The Road is Long” for those
I met along the way bled me dry

I thought myself Raw - inquisitive
Cut to the bone - Browsing books
All half read, notes scrawled
Left for someone else to find