The Door
The Door


There was a malicious twisting
Of the doorknob,
Here, somewhere around me
Maybe you were opening or shutting a door,
Or maybe, you were walking through them
Before walking away from me, and from us
I wrenched my eyes open,
Rubbing the bits of sleep that still clawed on them
As my vision besought your presence
Until my hazy lens, at last, fixated on you,
Right by that very wooden door
You placed the freshly brewed coffee on the table,
Instead of placing it between my fingers
Before planting a soft peck atop my hair
I saw the faint quiver upon your lips
As you held back the words
That you were too afraid to let loose freely
And letting my fingers to clasp
Around your collar, I couldn't resist pulling you to me
Before meeting your lips
While my gaze craved to delve
In those orbs of yours,
If only you ceased looking here and there
But never once at me
You threw a smile on me, of course a waning one
As you straightened your back
While your head throbbed
With the decision that was yet to be made
And I wondered,
Whether this was an unsaid and unseen goodbye
Or the end of the tale of your infidelity.
And as you inched closer to the door
I watched and wondered,
If tonight you'd come home to me
With the same old love
Pooling in your eyes for me
Or, with her face running far and wide
Behind those lids of yours.
And, as the door finally clicked shut
I awaited your arrival
Wondering who would you choose
This time, to stay in love with,
And seal those avowals of a forever togetherness
With the bliss of completeness.
And what if, you chose her?
Then that would render me with no other way
But to walk away, right through that door
With the fragments of the trust and love
That you never failed to make of mockery of
Every time you sought for yet another chance
Of redemption,
And to make us whole.