I am not the One To Understand;
Nor the One to hold your hand.

I am not the one who Clarifies
For You the secrets in my Mind

Have closed their Entryways to You
Though Chance might leave a Side Door open, too.

Or Perhaps a window screen
That you could squash and slither through 
To Home your way right back to Me?

I guess we’ll have to Wait & See
If we exit separately?

(Thanks for the photo, @moren_xu)