bang on the door…

"who’s there?"
no reply.
"leave us alone."
footsteps leaving, a signal things have settled. or have they?
run off, run off and tell someone, tell someone what has happened. but wait, is this all worth it?
i want to, but what i want is not the ideal. i have settled for so little in the past, should my past dictate just how much i should hope for, and is there a difference between what i deserve and what i have received in the past?
i can’t just keep playing along with the tides, swept in and out by every breeze blowing this part of the coast.
make my ground.
"who’s there?"
Creak, and the door opens.
the door shuts, and the welcoming fire behind it crackles just a little louder, almost in glee.
short term, fired up, with the expectation of loss.

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