It’s a dark colour and it opens with a knock.
Footsteps, a pause, then the click.
That’s the order of it.
I like the pause.
I know she’s looking at me through the small lens.
Just for a second.
The well oiled brass deadbolt prepares for its surrender.
The smooth click of defeat.
Unlocked, unbolted, unnecessary.
The lock is a lock once more.
Now with two in its charge.