You only knocked when you were hurting,
A sudden storm at my front door.
I played the harbor, played the healer,
Until I couldn't give you more.
You treated me like borrowed armor,
A resting place you'd soon outgrow.
I was a book you read when lonely,
And closed when it was time to go.
It took me years to sweep the ruins,
And build a garden from the dust.
Why should I offer you my harvest,
For scattered seeds and broken trust?
I am no station for a traveler,
No quiet bench along your way.
I am a final destination,
Too rare to be your "just for today."
So I am turning off the porch light,
My sanctuary is mine to keep.
Bring a love that adds to my peace,
Or leave me to my peaceful sleep.














