Inside The Door

I met him through the candlestick man Relaying messages everyday through the hard marble Everyday at the same time, I came to him Sitting outside his cold chamber door Anxious to hear what he had to say next I talked to him for a good four years Through his chamber door Yet, we was never allowed to see each other Only our emotions were our visuals Tears, laughter and pain was our only way Yet, we couldn't seem to break the doors down To touch just one time Making promises we couldn't keep, everyday Till one day I met a key maker I sold everything I had to him Just to get a key to open his door one time To catch one glimpse of what was on the other side To maybe embrace the man on the other side I shook to put the key in the door, my heart grew weak The first glimpse of a handsome man, he was He wouldn't speak to me, but hid his face Books covered his room, many many books His words all these years, didn't come from him They came from books, words that had enlightened me The man buried his head in shame All these years using me, abusing me Why don't I feel so hurt? Do I still have feelings for him? Do I have feelings for his words? He won't acknowledge me now? Is he ashamed? embarrassed? He only turns his head and places it in another book I left the room with my head hanging down Not another word we spoke after that I shouldn't have bought the key Curiosity killed the cat and me Maybe it's better this way? Did I love this man? Maybe I loved only his words? Still to this day I sit next to his door and hear him reading his books Quietly without him knowing Listening to his voice Wishing he would have spoken to me Just once in his own words Instead of someone else's fairy tale But I will always hold the key to his door Written June 22nd, 1999 © on Nov 02 2001 12:55 PM PST, Lee Gillilan   18 • 0 • 10