Elle (theroadtoelle) wrote,
Elle
theroadtoelle

The consummate host

There’s dust on the welcome mat

but the door stands ajar,

that awkward push-pull dynamic

as your people pleaser battles

(oh so politely)

with the introvert screaming at us

to fuck off.

The commentator on the telly

rolls out the old cliche

about it being a game of two halves,

and I gratefully accept a drink

while noting that the door remains     ajar,

a reminder

that I haven’t left yet.

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