Your front door

Standing at your front door knocking,

You open it, you smile and we chat,

You’re hesitant, but you eventually let me in.

We stand in the hall chatting and laughing

We take a few steps in

You tell me stories and I see the pictures glimpses of your life.

You stop, apprehensive again, we take a few steps back.

At ease once more we carry on laughing, crying, chatting,

a little further into the hallway not quite fully in but almost.

This is the furthest in I’ve been, how long will it take this time I find myself thinking.

And then as quick as a flash with no warning I find myself back outside in the cold looking at your front door.

And I stand there thinking ‘almost’