A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy

Come to Say Just One Word

There's a chime

to the door,

but no one's there by the time

someone answers, the question's core.

Who is it?

Who was supposed to be there?

Is it you, Kit?

Have you come back, dear?

The door chime's once more,

and I come to answer, but...

I can't open it; my heart's sore.

And I give myself a tut.

Instead, I ask from the other side,

"Is that you, Kit? Hello?"

Glee fills me like the ocean's high tide

when she says, "Yes, my fellow."

However, she continues on.

"Though I did not come to say that,"

she says, as if it should dawn

on me and smash me flat.

"No?" I ask, "Then have you

come to say you'll stay?"

I want to fill with a bright hue

of hope that'll light my day.

"I'm sorry, but I've come

to say what I couldn't, but you should

already understand. Let me sum

it up in one word if I could."

"Yes?"

"Good-bye."

I should have hoped less

because hope now would be a lie.

I haven't heard her since then,

but maybe I just cannot hear

her anymore; still, I hope it's not a sin

that I wish my house is haunted here.