Sorry I can’t make it tonight. I already have a guest,
A different kind of one, unlike the rest.
It is unwanted, if that makes you feel any better?
Anxiety always decides when we can spend our time together.
Believe me, I’d much rather be with you,
But it never seems to allow our time together til it’s long overdue.
If I can, I’ll pop by for an hour,
Although I may not talk much – I’ll probably be drained of brain power.
Still, I’d love to just sit quietly in your company.
Would that be okay? Just you and me?
If my guest comes knocking, we can chase it away together.
Watch on as it starts to crack under the pressure –
I bet if we did that long enough, it wouldn’t come around anymore.
It’ll be walking and whispering straight past my door.
Shall we do that? Take the heat from its flame?
Leave it wondering why it ever came?