Warning Signs

There’s an unexpected tenderness at the start.
This is not immediately revealed.
Rather, we are lulled into this melody gently, as if hesitant.

You invited me in.
You wished to confess.
You were looking for something.
You told me you missed me.

So.

Is there a spectre? A retreat?
Perhaps neither.

And now you regret.
Crawl, then, and I shall take you up.