Is our friendship over?
If so that's okay. I know
people come and go
But I don't want to let
Something meant to be to
Leave when it's in my power
To change. If the door is closed
I can accept that and move on
But if the door is still open
And your hand is still on this side
I will gladly grab it and hold on.
Something pulls me to the door,
Some thought, some intuition,
That wants to see. Something that wants
To know if the door really is closed.
Something tells me it is not.
So here I am, at the door,
Looking for your hand.