I Woke Up In Your Doorway Poem by Delilah Miller

I woke up in your doorway,
south of angry
east of nothing to say
west of running wildly
north of another day.

It use to be okay,
just between you and me,
that I never got my way,
or that I took your spoonful of hypocrisy,
and you kept me distant, your love at bay.

But I woke up on the dirty doorway,
with a city's footprints on me,
without even an amount I could pay.
You shut your windows, a ruler with a decree.
And I got my lesson handed to me on a tarnished, used-up silver tray.