You again

Behind every opening door

Every stairwell creak

Every elevator ding

I swear you're there

Behind each street corner

around every hallway bend

You're there and I'm about to be with you

Until I take the turn

check the stairs

open the door

You exist only behind my bated breath

But I'm living for that nervous run-in

With an exchange of two half-smiles that say,

"You again."

Or maybe I'm still waiting

For you to climb the stairs to my hallway

And round that bend

And sneak through my door the way you used to

And come back to bed and say,

"I want you"

Again