rivers, forests, houses,
skies, mountains, horses,
Eyes that wept in laughter,
Hearts that beat fast with love.
Memories of before I really knew you,
Dreams I dreamt before I really met you,
And the whisper I heard in the thunder
of a heart about to break.
You stand by the door waiting
for some green light,
As if I’ve given you only pain.
Your hand is at the doorknob- wait!
Surely, this is a nightmare,
surely, I am being tortured.
But I know you are sick of hearing my pleas
And I know you care not for the ways I care.
I fall asleep as you turn the doorknob,
And when I awake,
I am alone.
A dried red rose sits patiently
in an empty glass.
I can almost hear you whisper,
As I turn away, towards anywhere but there,
My hand is caught and I startle,
pushing and shoving, hoping
And I am wrapped in arms
but remember you said
You want so badly for me to let go
for me to be more like her
or be more like you
but i’m losing the words so I can only point
at an unlocked door. You can exit anytime.
turn the knob and either way
you can say