You're Welcome?

I'm not your sleeping pill or your shot of vodka

And I am certainly not your mother.

I finally threw your shirt away - after years

Only to discover your voice in my ear 

Shirt is gone. I thought. And I turned without a tear. 

That was it. I thought. The last letting go.

So I wiped my hands clean.

Then my phone rang from a number I didn't know.

You acted as though you were never gone.

How bold and unabashedly selfish.

But I did excitedly say, hello.

Then you appeared at my door

Because I left it wide open.

Now you seem to think you are welcome.