repetition, one, two, three, four
counting the steps up to the door
right foot, left, repeat on the doormat
making their way into the flat
two times four in the hallway is eight
step over the line where the door usually waits
left foot, right, shoes off my feet
coat on the rack, shoes underneath
two steps to the bathroom, two more to mine
to the place where i know every line
they asked me to dance and i'm a hopeless romantic
now it seems i'm in automatic
one, two, three, four, one, two, three, four
creating a rhythm i can't ignore
i realise that this i can't outgrow
my feet and the lines forever in tango
