he stands in the rain,
waiting at the cold and locked door.
a house that used to be so familar to him,
is now a mystery.
he has knocked over and over,
and peered in the window to see nothing.
still wondering how to get inside,
he sits on the stoop, 
unready to leave and give up.
he hears fait footsteps inside,
and hesitates on what to do
knocking dident work before, 
he needs something new
he needs to act,
or be locked out forever.