I left my house again today
much like the day before
Followed the trodden path of my memory
to the gates, I swore I would not enter any more
Your waiting hand was gone like that
of the promises of a father who won't come home
Grounded in place, the cast iron gate creaked and rattled with a passion that rivalled lovers who live apart
Forgotten I stood in the garden of our hearts
prone and lifeless
Yet I cannot let the letters go
the letters with "return to sender" in vibrant red ink
The letters that once tied us together
one human being connected by a delicate thread like that of spider silk
If I were to let you go and lock the cast iron gate with a heavy rusted padlock
it would mean locking away the parts of my soul that help me feel and connect
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC
I left my house again today
much like the day before
Followed the trodden path of my memory
to the gates, I swore I would not enter any more
Your waiting hand was gone like that
of the promises of a father who won't come home
Grounded in place, the cast iron gate creaked and rattled with a passion that rivalled lovers who live apart
Forgotten I stood in the garden of our hearts
prone and lifeless
Yet I cannot let the letters go
the letters with "return to sender" in vibrant red ink
The letters that once tied us together
one human being connected by a delicate thread like that of spider silk
If I were to let you go and lock the cast iron gate with a heavy rusted padlock
it would mean locking away the parts of my soul that help me feel and connect