the door

i shut the door
no yelling
and crying is low
to make me happy
you wanted to make me happy
forced your way through the door
to make me happy
you said
i quoted an old dead Greek woman poet
if you have a swan you are no longer free to kill yourself
i know because i have a swan
but you never even had a fish
and you came to get me
because you would make me happy
you said
it was fast
the crying is low
and does nothing
nothing
for me
or my swan
if only i didn't have a swan
i could close the door