The door is cracked
the bread is warm
a table set
a couch that’s worn.
A stranger once
but now transformed
to friend alike
by love adorned.
The stories shared
by questions posed
the sorrow felt
and mixed with hope.
The mystery
of drawing close
a human thing
desired most.
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