two hour maximum visit

i like it when people visit.

friends,

or relatives,

lovers. giving them the sweet

parking spot right out front,

but after awhile, 

and there's nothing left to say,

i want them to leave.

it's hard to say go though

after they

drove all this way

and made themselves

comfortable.

sometimes they even take their shoes off.

you give them food and drink,

you get them

an extra pillow.

a few have even brought

you a dessert

in a little container of tupperware

that one day

you'll have to wash out,

put something in it, and return.

you tell them where the bathroom

is, top off their drinks, 

but after about two hours,

you're exhausted

and stare longingly 

for the front door

to open and have them march out.

i understand my father

completely now.