Behind the Door
All I've ever wanted is someone to hug.
Someone to kiss.
Someone to turn to when the day's grave is dug
and reminisce.
That is what I would choose now,
if such were in my purview.
I only wish I knew just how
such a marvelous gem, from life's stone to hew.
I don't think it's overly much to ask for.
Not when I work so hard at making such a one smile.
If each love is a room, and life is the corridor,
I haven't seen a single door in a great while.
These boots plod on, and still I yearn
for the door to another way.
For just the possibility to make a turn,
perchance with an embrace to stay.
I walk down that hallway, with kith and kin,
stuck on the straight and narrow, one path in sight;
oh, to see that door, to fall that far, again!
Would that I could, would that I might.
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