So Good Riddance!

Whenever it is you choose to arrive;
Glamourously, flamboyantly, knocking at my door. Stirring up settled dust. With flags and banners and the sounding of trumpets. Like an American presidential campaign, or the second coming of Christ, or an Egyptian street wedding, complete with neons and drums and dancers.
Or quietly, secretively, snoopily like a thief in the night, or a friend that owns a key to my house, i find you slouched on my couch sipping soda and spilling irretrievable popcorn into the cracks between my cushions.
Your advent is always accompanied with promises of pleasure and fulfillment.
I always gape and reach out overturned expectant palms.
And all i ever see is your departing nonchalant backside right before you slam the door into my disappointed face without even excusing yourself.
Lacking in manners! That's all i can say of you.