sometimes

i hate when i sit in the living room
and i hear footsteps walking
towards the front door
though i hold my breath each time
it never does stop to knock

sometimes i want to run outside
to meet you even though
i know deep inside
i already know its not

just once, when i decide
to get up from the couch
can you just be there?
climbing the staircase towards me
relieved that i knew
you were coming