turn, a twist
in the soft light,
testing to see if i've
left the door
unlocked,
which i haven't.
then
the click of a key,
pushed in and turned,
then taken out.
are you home?
i hear you ask,
in a half whisper,
using that old familiar
voice of yours.
i see you standing
in the hall,
wet from the rain,
dropping your bags
to the floor.
what now?
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