When You Knock Poem by James McLain

I look at you, through the hole, it may as well
be in my head..If I let you in again, what will
change?
All you want is what you want, saying nothing,
asking me to tell you, always asking for my
something.
Is it mine or yours? ..It is mine I know, but I give
it to you so easy, It is mine for the asking, but
you take it, without asking, by asking of it to much.
All he wants to do, is stay in your heart, and rest.