The Closing

When I accept your invitation, when I finally decided to walk in

The door is closing, it’s closing

I pour my ephemeral spirit outward

I’m seething, I’m hurting

But the door is closing, it’s closing

I call our name written on our skin

I beseech you, I call out to everything my voice can touch

But it’s closing, the door is closing

And I see it shutting

And I can’t help, I try

I try to make amends, to appease

To give back, to apologize

But I’m on the outside

And all I see is our tender heart

Glowing in the distance

And watch all the walls and barb wire

Race and stretch around its outskirts

And I remain watching

As all the light fades

Wondering if there will ever be another door

Hoping to have the courage

To be able to walk in completely

Gently… tenderly