I sit facing the door.
Contemplating it...
And wondering is it good to be closeted,
Or am I better off roaming unfettered...
I can't remember,
Remind me,
Did you ever tell me to stay safe?
Or did you say be brave and venture forth?
Maybe you said go ahead and fall,
I shall always catch you,
Or did you say, go ahead fall, I don't care?
I can't remember,
Remind me.
I hear footsteps now,
Outside the door,
Is it you?
Is this shuffling gait yours?
Did your footsteps hesitate just then?
I hold my breath....
But no, the footsteps have moved on,
Was it you?
Was it your step?
Hesitant and guarded?
Did you always walk like this?
Or was your step more confident and sure?
I can't remember,
Remind me.
Other footsteps walk right up to the door,
They stop at the door,
I hear knocks,
Some firm,
Some impatient,
Some melodic,
But none of those are you.
Did you ever knock?
Did you ever peek around the door?
I can't remember,
Remind me.
My life isn't empty ,
It is filled with foot steps,
It is filled with knocks,
It is filled with people peeking around the door,
My life isn't empty,
But it isn't full either.
Did your footsteps make it full?
Did your knocks?
I can't remember,
Remind me......
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