If you are reading this
then you know there is still something
left between us
Why else would you come here
of all places
Of all the doors you could stand in front of
why would you be at this one
Whether you knock or not
does not matter
You are here
poised to run at the slightest stir
I want you to come inside
but you need to be ready for what you will find out
It's so much better now,
this soul
these bones
my informed mouth
Knock.
Knock
And the door shall open. What you find inside is the thing unexpected most often. It is not the door's fault. The bell, the knock, the push open and enter - no matter. Welcome is the mat painted on the walls - slc