When the World Comes Knocking

Deliver me from party chatter.

Deliver me from distant relatives

and good intentions.

Take me in your arms

and play your accordion lungs

just enough to drown out

the sound of them strolling

up and down the hallway,

calling my name,

telling me my cake’s ready,

telling me to come out

and eat it.


5 thoughts on “When the World Comes Knocking

    1. Hopeless romantics, each and every one of us! You know I hate and love those lines. Always sneaking their way in.

      Thanks Alice 🙂 That’s awesome! I’ve never met anyone who played the accordion! I’m so happy it rang a bell for you.

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