I write.
Not only because you ask me to,
But so I don't lose myself.
So I don't close my eyes.

Monotone colours, blurry sight,
The makings of a clouded mind.
You are the sun I await.
A golden visitor.
But you feel like family,
Regardless of our bond.

You can ring my doorbell anytime,
Knock on my door,
Clap my letterbox,
Knock my knocker.
You can even text me you're outside.
I'll always be waiting, though,
That day may never come.

It's cold outside,
No matter how warm your smile is.
People are attracted to warmth.
You may feel they want you, but alas:
You'll see how swiftly you're out,
The moment your flame flickers.

I'll be your home without four walls,
In a world of ever-changing rules,
With my heart being the open doors,
The colours so grey will return to plain.