​You knocked on my heart quietly    

for a long time persistently.

 

I was too busy meditating 

or creating a painting with new meaning.

 

You kept knocking and talking

day and night without stopping.

 

I heard every word and sound

while being mesmerized by your account.

 

You had faith in me

that one day I would open the door and see.

 

I appreciated your endurance

and I thought about every consequence.

 

But you had mistaken

that my delayed reaction was your punishment.

 

Now the door is open

and my heart is no longer broken.

 

Have you forgotten your loving thoughts?

Can we talk?