Walking Through

In this house I built

There is a breeze

That refreshes,

And comes from the door

That I left ajar

In the hope that you would

One day

Walk right through

To spend your time with me

Instead I watch

As slowly,

Slowly,

That door closes

And I wait until it firmly shuts

Before I give up on you

Walking through

But I’m alert

To the changing of the wind

And I’ll be here

Anyway

Not going anywhere

Should you wish

To change your mind

About

Walking through

That door.

© Kris Blackburn 03/05/2016

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