Monday, May 11, 2015
THE DOOR WAS OPEN
hoping you would walk thru
But when I awoke early in the morning
there was no one in my bed but me
The hopes, the dreams, the fantasies, all fade
when the reality of you and me becomes clear
A “couple” we are not, so that makes us....?
Friends...? Lovers...? a twosome....?
What can I call this?
A tryst? A hook-up? A rendezvous
with some affection to give?
When all I really wanted was you....
.... or was it?
Clarity of my loneliness paints a sadder picture
A canvas of disappointment, with a splash of joy
But if one looks closely, the colors of happiness
don't cover the entire portrait of our togetherness
Now that I see clearly, what do I do?
Should I continue to unlock the door
hoping you will arrive with a smile and a kiss
only to realize later you didn't come at all?
I want to be strong enough to just say no
To turn the hope to knowing, the dreams to being
the fantasies to realities that bring elation
not depression or crushing discouragement....
Can I have that strength today
when just last night
the door was open