Cold At Your Door
All I wanted from you is a little shade –
A little shelter from the rain I desired;
Cover from the torrential pour outside,
A safe haven is all my soul considered.
It wasn’t your heart I wanted for myself,
Neither a space in your house did I ask;
Refuge from the torrent is all I coveted –
Till I could find my own bearing upright.
You then indicated an illusionary space –
Permitted me a canopy on your porch:
My heart tripped in the torrential rain,
So you left me outside, cold in the dark.
Amassing my self-esteem from your egress,
I walked out bare, abashed, a mere wobble:
Drenched, in public view I stood vulnerable –
True love came by, straddled me in its lurch!
“Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises.”
William Shakespeare. All’s Well That Ends Well, act II, i, 145