Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Last night I dared to cross
the threshold of your heart.
Quietly pushed the doors open
Too afraid to wake you up
Lest, like always, you push me away…

Read the dog-eared pages of your books
Listened to your favorite CDs
Watched the shelves upon shelves
of the DVDs of your memories

Found the half finished poem you had written for me
Read it and cried for what seemed like eternity
Drank the last of the wine you had left
And then, finally fell asleep
Right there beside you, on your bed
Too tired, but smiling, at the reality…