She of next door

I remember when she came to live here
She of next door
She introduced herself and asked for a cup of sugar
She was going to bake a cake and did I want some?

After the day she came to live here
She of next door
She brought me cake
And my cup, now chipped, with sticky leftover sugar

I remember the first week she lived here
Her smiles, every day, her hello’s, every day
The doorbell ringing, she wanted something
every day

After the first week she lived here
We smiled, every day, we said hello, every day
I unplugged the doorbell, I want my peace
every day

I remember the first month she lived here
She tried to bring me cake
With sticky leftover sugar, every day
even after I unplugged the doorbell

After the first month she lived here
She of next door
I brought her my cup, chipped
Filled with sticky leftovers of moulded cake

After that
She of next door
Moved
Her doorknob
Out of sync
With mine
Bloody spiteful woman

My first time combining #ThursdayDoor with #NaPoWriMo. The prompt at napowrimo.net was to “write a poem about a specific place […] to incorporate concrete details […] can really help the reader imagine not only the place, but its mood.” I browsed trough the door photos my mum sent me, and chose one that has fascinated me since the first time I saw it. It became the starting point for this poem.