Ever since the day,
there was a closed door on our love,
my heart keeps leading me –
back to your front door.
It is there that I stop,
knowing the door to me is closed,
no one waiting to see my smiling face –
no one there loves me.
To be on the street,
where we walked hand in hand,
laughing and playing –
in our own love land.
Yet, I cannot think that love,
can end so suddenly,
surely if there was a spark –
it is there, somewhere in the dark.
So I spend my days,
my heart longing for the love,
behind that closed door.
Perhaps if our two eyes met,
in sudden surprise we’d be,
then perhaps you’d remember me
and love’s door would open wide.
I just cannot hide,
there is nowhere to go,
you are in my mind, my thoughts –
you are there behind that closed door.
I stray not knowing the time of day,
be it morning , noon or night,
my heart has a mind of its own
and my feet keep walking back to you.
Across the street upon a park bench,
I’ve become mesmerized by your door,
I sit and I ache and I long for you,
but the door never magically opens.
Then one day I was passing,
my heart heavy, eyes misted with tears,
blindly I stumbled along,
looking up your door was open.
Breathlessly I ran up the stoop
and stepped inside,
there you were, a sight to behold –
the rays of the sun caught the glint in your eyes.
You looked at me in great surprise,
this woman who you had brushed aside,
then your face softened and you smiled –
“We were once in love, weren’t we?”
So I found my way,
back into your loving arms,
there to stay forever more –
gone the days of the closed door.