You put it off.
Me too, don't worry.
We kept putting it off,
like those who keep something under the rug,
thinking that if you don't look at it,
it doesn't exist.
But you know, it was there.
Of course it was.
It doesn't scream,
but it doesn't go away.
And you feel it lurking,
in the silences,
in the dreams where nothing happens,
knocking on your door, it's there.
It was fear,
or something like that.
I didn't know how to do it,
and I didn't want to do it yet.
Because doing so would be
opening a box
that's been closed for too long.
But, oh well.
It came closer.
Whatever it was.
That thing we put off.
It came closer, without warning, without labels,
without apologies. It's real life knocking on your door.
And this time,
It didn't let itself be dodged.
Better now.
Better this way.
Before it gets bigger
from waiting so long.
Before it starts to hurt
just from avoiding it so much.
Better to say yes.
Even if I don't know exactly how. I'll open the door for you.