outside

the door that leads inside

slams shut on its own.

Nipping ankles,

bleeding fingers,

simply because

it swung shut

too soon.

I stood inside

where it's warm,

cozy.

She stood in the storm

where I could see her

only through streaked windows.

I beckoned her in.

When she wasn't able to unlock the door

I watched her.

Helpless.

She is outside, and its my fault she is stuck.

I take the key

open the door wide.

I see her bound towards the light.

I let myself out to help her.

The door slams shut on the way out

and we stand soaked in the puddles

together.