If This Was a Movie

“Last night I heard my own heart beating, sounded like footsteps on my stairs”

Her own heartbeat mistaken for footsteps turns longing into a phantom arrival, the sound of someone coming home who is not. The feet she hears are the ones she is willing into the house.

“Before the fight, before I locked you out, but I take it all back now”

She remembers locking him out in anger and now wishes she could undo it, the lock standing for the moment she closed the door on the relationship.

“And I just wanna see you back at my front door”

The front door as the site of the cinematic reunion the speaker scripts. She wants him returned to her threshold the way a film would stage it, the door framing the homecoming reality keeps refusing to supply.