I hear soft footsteps come down the hall and stop at my door.
She’s here once more.
I lean down lower over my studies, eyes riveted to a figure-riddled page.
I hear her breath in the crystal silence, a breath that grips my core
And brings me to my feet. I turn.
When shall I ever learn? she asks. You fool!
Are you just stopping by? I ask with ice on my tongue.
She smiles just as coldly. At least she might’ve rung
The doorbell, but she just walked in. She always does.
Silence. Silence. Silence.