OUTSIDE LOOKING IN

,Standing outside peeking inside. Looking for the door. I find it, but it appears to be locked. I knock, no answer just the sounds echoing from inside.  I  have traveled  too far not to receive an audience.It shouldn’t be a surprise it always comes to this. So, you  would think  by now I could be good with this. Outwardly, it appears to be all good….. deep inside it pains me.

I sit here listening to the blues on the radio and trying to share my favorite whine…Bitter sweet to the pallet, but a warm comforting release within.