She knocks on my door and sighs when I ignore
As I lament over decisions and foolishness-
the sorrow of a gypsy soul.
Yet, she waits and listens through the keyhole
Waiting for my thoughts to slow-
hoping my pores will open.

Wondering how much patience she can give
waiting forever at the door-
while I sit ignoring, she endures.

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