A Pleasant Call

Evening comes, and there raps a surprise
Knock at the door. "Who is it?"
Opening the portal there stands an old
Acquaintance, one with whom several short discussions were made.

Neither truly knowing the each
But make their pleasantries
Not knowing what to say.
It was the thought that counted
And it lifts the spirits.

Oh the possibilities,
The hopes, the spirit of melancholy
With reservations;
Wishing for the acquaintance to stay an hour
Or two, no offensive word is spoken.
No detail about life is given with any haste.
For a good natured call
And a visit bring levity
Yes, but also reserve.
For it is a rare thing
And one which the procedure
Must be precisely
Followed through on.