The Door
Julie C.
I am gone.
I'm here no more.
I've stepped outside,
And I've shut the door.
Where will I go?
I haven't a clue.
All I know is that...
I need some space from you.
When my heart heals from the pain I've gone through.
I hope that when I open the door,
Standing there is you.
To invite me back in with your loving arms and heart.
Only then will I know,
You were mine from the start.
But if I shall find that the door is now locked,
And you've thrown away the key.
I will know,
This is how it was meant to be.
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
