When You Come In - Manushya Puthiran

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“See, when you knock
and enter my room,
I am penning a poem
about you.
I am then stranded midway
through the poem.
Could you please wait outside?”
I said uneasily.

Yes it was harsh
Your face fell.
When you walk into my poems
I slam shut all the doors
you find toward me
That is how
I have now come to 
depend on
merely your imitations
On merely the words that I have created for you