A stranger at my doorstep you sit
but I know you and everything about you
and I notice the door that I have never known
because I have never looked at my door the way I have looked at you,
like I do now
I have always pushed past the door and let you in
even though I know the door is good
and it could never betray me the way you could
nor love me half as much as you should
and yet you sit like a stranger at my doorstep
as I stare at my door and forget all my pain
and know that the door was never a stranger
