Everyday as I leave home,
The door is left unlatched,
Hoping that when I return,
You would be waiting inside.
It would be a moment of great surprise,
As I always hoped and never expected it to happen,
Alas, it never does.
Because, on my way back,
I see you standing at some other door,
Waiting to be opened,
It's all a game of Wait I guess.
And one day,
If your Wait gets too long,
Just know that,
My door is still unlatched for you,
Don't blame me if I am not inside,
For it might just be that my Wait has been very long too.
But, the door will always be open, nonetheless, for you.