I had a key, 

But now I knock. 

I was the last call at night, now an occasional text. 

You hated coffee, but I smell it brewing. 

I thought only leaves changed with wind and time,

But I’ve lost the you from seasons past. 

The you that would walk with me, 

Talk with me, 

Be your true self with me. 

I remember being on the other side of the door. 

The warmth,

The closeness of you

“Space,” I thought,

“You must just need space.”

But then, temporary became permanent…

Your “only” solution. 

The lock is changed, 

my key now useless.

I look for a window,

for any possible way in

I take the bobby pin from my hair

I am knocking because I can not let myself in. 

I am knocking because I know you can hear me. 

I am knocking because I can not stop.

My knuckles numb 

Shiny crimson with blood,

But it’s my heart that stains your door.

Answer…so I can stop knocking.