come and come again.
and when you do.
i will be as last you saw me.
standing there.
ready too enter.
but left only to wait.
as you hurry.
open the door i say.
through the window hurry.
and you raise the bar.
hearing doors open and then slowly.
on the moss i wipe my feet.
i walk the hall.
and it is warm and cozy.
and coming in.
you come out in rush to greet me.