waiting at the door

sometimes,
I wait at the door
for you,
holding it open,
not sure what to do,
to open or close,
not sure how to do
the me I really want to do,

sometimes,
I wait
to call out to you,
wondering
if you'll hear me,
if you'll want to come
inside and wait,
or if you''ll want to
stand at the door
and speak
to me,

sometimes,
I leave the door open
and wait for you
to walk right in,
sometimes,
I close it and stand
on the other side,
waiting for you to knock,
to ask to be let in,
and sometimes
I just tear down the door
and wait by myself
for another me
to walk in,

to say how it is all
nothing but love
in the end,
Love
waiting
at the door.