Sonnet / Sickle

I broke the silence and asked him his name.
After quite some time he answered with ‘Matt’.
An added inquiry as to the reason he came,
Revealed things were over in terms of the chitchat.
Had I done him wrong in some past life?
Maybe inadvertently insulted his next of kin?
Questions he answered with the blade of his knife,
Pressed against my neck in my own kitchen.
It then occurred to me that there was a missing 4,
From my home’s address display now reading 93.
Chances are Matt had knocked on the wrong door.
This violent intrusion was not intended for me.
I told ole Matt of his honest mistake.
We laughed so hard our bellies ached.