The Knock That Changed Everything

One day I heard a knock on my door way earlier than anyone ever comes over,

like the kind of knock that makes you stop what you’re doing because it doesn’t feel random,

and when I opened it there was a guy I’d never seen before standing there holding a small box with

my name written on it in handwriting that looked familiar but I couldn’t place, no return address,

no logo, nothing, and before I could even ask who he was or why he was

here he looked at me and said something so specific about my life that my chest tightened,

because it was something I hadn’t told anyone recently and barely even admitted to myself,

and as I stood there holding that box I realized this wasn’t about what was inside it at