Home Is Where . . .

As I closed the door
the sound of its click opened our memories
leaving me to stand in silence
thinking
feeling
the moments when we were
more than the words
that led you to the very door
I can't seem to let go of
the one that led you to the path
from my life

I know it's not possible
but it's almost as if
I can feel a draft as cold
as the emptiness of not having you here
so I imagine
the warmth of never arguing with you
never saying the things
I knew would hurt you

And as I stand here
hand still on the door because I am afraid
of letting it go
I wonder
without hope
if I will hear the knock my heart is begging for
if time
and love
if it ever
really
had a place in our hearts
will allow you to discover a reason
that will lead you back to where you belong
to where your heart is

Sad but heartfelt. Well done

...Love...