As I knock the door for an unmarked door, waiting,
hoping,
for a reason unknown,
for a purpose.

Maybe I'm just afraid of accepting how wrong I am.
And how much I've messed up everything.
But,
loving you?
I'm not sure if it was
my biggest mistake
or my greatest deal.

Your silhouette fades in the blur of the people surrounding me.
But maybe you were never there.

Not at all.