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Change knocks on my doorstep,

She asks simple questions only.

I invite her in – we share a drink, and she can tell I’m lonely.

This problem, as permanent as ever, I know it won’t be hers to fix.

Hinting to something I can’t quite pick up on, what a way to get her kicks!

She moves with malleable confidence, as if to say

Even if you try to kick me out now, I will stay

Change tapping her foot on my floorboards,

She reminds me, she lives by her own accords.

She is impatient, as I prepare the table.

Resisting is no use, and she knows for this feat I am disabled.

Change sees herself out,

Perhaps looking for another victim to maim.

Foolishly, I cry out –

But wait, I feel the same!

Change does not turn around, yet I can feel her smile.

Ravishing in my loss, she will wait a while.

In my hospitality I let it all slip by.

Across the table, a younger me sits, asking one simple question “why?”