Datsy

Time knocked once

I thought not to open

It would mean, rushing 

As I caught up

A Netflix show, on how to cook humus

Or using ghee rather than butter

Time knocked twice

I thought not to open it

Of the girl I had not met yet

And our spring picnic 

In Central Park

Drinking whiskers in love

Time knocked again

This would mean

The end of all thing I didn’t do

Time walked in

Sat down, we chatted

And walked together

Outside