This time I won't hide 
as I did before
behind an open door. 
I will leave
this room unlocked and inviting.

If she chooses to enter, she will do so quietly,
perhaps undecidedly. 
Mayhaps without noticing me. 
And in that silence 
I can only choose to wait. 

I will hope that she will fill these walls
with the decor of her thoughts. 
Whilst filling the encroaching quiet 
with the music of her voice. 
As I set aside all of mine.

But i will neither prompt her 
nor condemn her 
whatsoever she chooses. 

She has sunlighted this once empty space
By her very presence
Whether she stays or not. 
Whether she notices me or not.
And i am now awake at last today.
Wherever she goes. Or stays. 

I know vulnerable now; so much so I might let her ask about me.