The Closed Door

I left messages,
I tried to call you.
Its been a while
I haven't heard from you..

I feel that you have
left me, alone.
I run to my car.
I drive off to your home.

I realize that you are gone, and
you want me no more,
as I wait on your porch,
after knocking at your door.

I walk back to my car....

I wonder if you ever
want to be found.

I still hope to see you
and I turn around. 

I guess 

I will never know....

what lies 

behind the closed door.

(c) Archana Bora