𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙰 𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍

A Door Left Closed

Packing all the trinkets, she pulled out boxes.
I was clueless.
"I don't want to stay here." She said.
All the pictures on our wall are now useless.

I didn't know what I did,
I should've fought back,
but my feelings are trapped in a jar lid.
I'd rather not let it out.

"Where will you go?" That is the question.
You wouldn't listen to my two cents.
"I will be staying with him." Please stay,
our strong iron heart is left with dents.

"I hope he takes care of you." A big lie.
Her blank expression says all:
"Don't call, don't text, don't even try".
I can hear a car engine turn on outside.

Closed and slammed, the door is was shut.
I reached my hand to the door,
but it was shaky and refused to move.
She wanted nothing more.

My back on the wood,
I don't want you to leave.
I would take back my time if I could.
I would be with you if I could go back.

The floor is cold.
The sound of the car disappears.
The house is bigger than I remember.
I need you here.

Knowing one day, you'll go far,
my heart was beating fast.
Knowing you entered the car,
I'm sorry.

The ceiling was even higher,
the hallway lost its glow.
The house is emptier
the more I look around.

The pictures of us turned to rust.
My mind was silent screaming,
knowing you went in the car.
I thought we were mutual, turns out I was dreaming.

Yet, the chandelier didn't fall.
There is still light in the hopeless.
The door left a voice, a call.
I left the door open.