Doorstep Dilemma--By Jack Horne--England

Doorstep Dilemma

Last night I was close to your house;

it seemed it called to me like an old friend: 

"Won't you pop inside to say hello?"

Once, you would have welcomed me;

your eyes shining, your smile bright,

drawn me in with warm hands and kisses:

no invitation needed.

But now I know you'd freeze;

a small tight smile, arms folded, eyes averted,  

your mind and heart as closed

as you wished the door still was.

You wouldn't ask me in.

I ignore the calls of your house;

it doesn't understand any more than I do

as I walk away...

Jack Horne enjoys reading and writing poetry.