Like a bad penny
You turned up at my door.
I have seen many
Of your kind before.

At first, I didn’t remember you.
Then, I did recall a fall,
And opened my door
To you, who brought a thought
To mind …

They say
The past is another country.
I find
It binds me to thee.

I could have shown you the door.
But birds of our feather flock together
And we both recall
My slip and fall.