The Knocking

I hear your knocking
and soft faint scratching
like some hungry animal
crying, clawing.
Yet how can I let you
in the door
when it only opens
from one side -
Yours?

I hear the rhythm
of your heart
distant but familiar
high up in my tower
looking down.
If the walls collapse
and the dam breaks
it could crush us both
beneath the weight.

I hear your voice
deep and strong
like the arms that
once unlocked
only for me.
the honey in your words
soothing, comforting
our one escape
from everything..

But the door is not a door
and in the wreckage
and the rubble
the walls rebuild
and once the pounding
in my head ceases
it seems only I am lying here
in pieces…