THE DOOR WAS OPEN

I left the door open last night....

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 hope to knowing,  dreams to being,

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

to only you.....