Through The Door

I sit and stand,

Wait for you by the door.

I knock twice or maybe thrice,

So you would open.

I wait for you to call me in,

So, I courage myself to ask or don't

I sit and stand,

Wait for you by the door.

You barge through it,

For you are so much older than I could ever be.

You don't have to wait for me to call you in,

Yet I courage myself to question or don't.

Author's Note

If you get it, you get it.