Closed Door

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,

wandering about,

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.

Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

8 thoughts on “Closed Door

  • July 9, 2017 at 11:38 AM
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    Behind every closed door there is a history, some frightful, others loving and longing such as what you penned here. My door is a door I never want to open again, I found love outside of a closed door, fleeting as it has been, nevertheless it was rewarding. I’m happy that you ended this work with closure of loss and instead finding and rediscovering LOVE all over again in the arms of the man you wanted to be with all your life. Nicely penned dear poet.

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  • July 9, 2017 at 9:02 PM
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    Doors have a way of closing on us, but then reopening when least expected. Rasma, this was beautiful writing as always.

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