Close the door.

It's always always always 
been this way.
Me holding up the floor,
watching glasses shatter,
and windows shake.
I'll let the earth
bring us back
to the ground.
I'll watch the wind
blow the roof
off the house.
You'll crawl out,
screaming,
bawling,
and I,
I'll once more
pour the foundation for
the walls, which will soon
come crumbling down,
and I'll beg you,
close the door, close the door.