The Door

the door that stands behind her slowly opens
i kick it shut
time after time
each time i look it’s open again
this mysterious haunting door
nothing is visible, nothing profound
i see her longing,
longing for sleep,
i see fear,
a lost look in her eyes,
as i hold her still, warm hand

there are tears in my eyes
i won’t let them flow for her now

the door swings ever wider
and lets in a soft evening light

it’s gentle, that light,
i see that

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