They put a sign
Do no enter
Below the pull-up bar
That I tried so many time – before my finger was trapped in your door

It’s not their fault
If their fingers were trapped too
Mercury might have been retrograde
For three decades

I would wake up in the middle of the night to sit beside their bed
Despite the Emergency Room theme song on Sundays
Despite the darkness of the room
Despite mum being next door

I would listen until they tell me Donald is coming to my birthday party
I would listen until they tell me to spare the rocket
I would listen until they tell me a trip to the Bermuda Triangle is planned