Expectations. (Completed Poem).

Every night I hear you knocking, 

Knock Knock Knocking

On my door;

But when I trudge downstairs to greet you

You are not there,

You are never there.

I know your face -

Your voice  - Your laughter,

I love your walk -

Your smile - Your hair.

I sometimes catch a hint of perfume

At the bottom of the stair. 

Your knock is soft, but strong - demanding;

It is not the rain,

The snow - The air.

But when I trudge downstairs to greet you

You are not there,

You are never there.

You are neither friend,

Nor a stranger;

Perhaps we met when out one day.

You turned to smile in the crowded subway,

I have never seen a smile so fair.

But when I looked again to find you

You were not there.

You were not there.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

20th. - 22nd. - 23rd. October 2023.