opening doors for people who were once strangers and who now are friends,
letting in boys who were once strange men.
But it doesn’t count now,
because now I know them,
at least in the biblical sense.
Too cool for a girl like me,
this guy seems.
But I still agreed,
I still answered the knock on my door
at 2 in the morning.
I told him to come,
I told him he could,
so he took the cake I offered, and
managed to get sprinkles
I don’t love him,
but I said I would stop being afraid,
being afraid of fun,
of the dark.
So I answered the knock on my door,
and let him in
and let him accompany me in my dark.