Knock'g down Doors

Pound, pound, knock, pound
I went to the large hung door,
 noone was there... I slammed it shut

Pound, pound, knock, pound
Again, I went to the door,
nothing to be seen, through the peek-hole

Pounding, pounding...
I couldn't believe my eyes,
I answered to the pounding,
of your heartbeat...

  It began to fall, weighed down by pain
Quickly, I sprinted to catch it, from slamming
to the rustic, hardwood floor...
It was too late; it slammed to the floor, and made
hairline seizures in the planks...
Sliding between my fingertips, I was so, so close
I almost caught you in the warmth of my hands

All the memories came flashing down
as if, they were brought back, from another era
to remind me of its plan... I dropped to my knees
and began to cry rivers of tears... its much too late
too make memories.... I let you slide between my
fingers....

I attempted to dive in... but you, were nowhere to
be found.. the land was much too large, I am only
one person... and I cannot find you alone... So,
I am gifting you a set of wings...

 Fly, fly away, into the cobalt- soar where you've never
been.... and if you return to me.... then, I never really
lost all of you... Our memory will remain, and new ones
will form...

Karen D.
2010