My doormat reads «unwelcome».

Stop knocking
I have no room for you.
Not anymore.

I once brought down walls
I sledgehammered them myself
just to make room for you,
for your mere comfort.

I opened a door and left it ajar:
the wind, the rain and the cold came in.
You did not.

So stop knocking at my door
now that the walls are thick,
now that inside is warm,
now that I don't feel lonely.

I once waited for you,
I welcomed you in
and you did not come.

Stop knocking at my door.
You have a place of your own
and your shoes are dirty.

Walk away, stranger.