the open door

nothing is where
you've left it.
someone has come
into your house
while you were gone.
the bed is made.
the clothes are picked
up and washed,
ironed shirts hang
in the closet.
even the dishes
in the sink are clean
and stacked neatly
on the shelves.
a pot roast is in
the oven,
you can hear the carrots
and potatoes simmering
in garlic and onion.
fresh flowers are
in a vase on the table
where a hand written
note sits waiting
for you to read.
it smells of lilacs.
it says you left the door
open. i hope you
don't mind.