His name comes from me

I dont know what the future holds. But I know what I do.. hope.

If/when you want me back. You better march your sassy ass up to my door and bang like a motherfucker. I left the door open and got cold winds and rain entering. I left the light on until the power burned me out. There will always, ALWAYS, be a place for you in my heart. But as you had once said, I will cut the hand sooner than allow for it to reach. It doesnt change the love. Nothing does. Thats the unconditional part goofy. The part I promised and always will maintain. If you ever get to wondering, I leave a night light on outside. Just in case, but not enough to drain my home. And if you knock.. you, not the ghost. I will open with wide arms, coffee, and a forehead kiss.