Guest

There you are,
In the flesh of my sight...
You look like you were lost
Looking for me.
What should I tell you,
With what refreshments should I serve you?
I wasn't expecting guests...
You caught me dressed in my work clothes
And I am ashamed.
Just a blank page and some pale ink,
That's all I was wearing
In my hand, in my mind...
The door, wide open,
Please close it
If you decide to enter,
If you decide to stay...
I have so much to tell you
But I need words...
I have lost! I've lost them.
They escaped through the wide opened door!
Now, you can see me, how I've been,
For so many days,
With the page still blank,
The ink, more pale,
Still trying to write you something,
More than a numb gibberish...