It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.

Photo A.M Moscoso
It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last
I would hear a knock
on the door
at
the end of the hall.
It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last
I would hear the door
at the end of the hall
open and close
on it’s own
with a click.
There will be a first time
and it will be the last time
I open the door
at the end of the hall
and walk through it
forever.