Knock and It Shall be Opened to You

I wrote this poem back in 2016, but I find new meaning in it now.

If I could enter your office,
if the door were unlocked,
if you’d let me in,
I would stand in a corner
and watch you work.

If the door were unlocked,
if you’d let me in,
if your guard were down,
I would hold my breath
and close my mouth.

If you’d let me in,
if your guard were down,
if you glanced my way,
I would stand there—
absolutely still.

If your guard were down,
if you glanced my way,
if our eyes met,
I would hold your gaze
as long as you’d let me.

If you glanced my way,
if our eyes met,
if you smiled at me,
I’d weave my lashes together
’til the tears stayed put.

If our eyes met,
if you smiled at me,
if you opened your arms wide,
I’d tiptoe across the room
and melt into you.

And I’d never say a word.
I promise.