Door

There is a door to me

I've never seen it

Sometimes I get closer to it

But I've never found it

At twilight I almost had it

But then the night fell

I looked out at the dark and wondered

How could I have lost it?

Then one night at the park

I saw it with my cheek in the dirt

I couldn't move underneath the dark

But at least I finally found it

It cried out a creak and opened

To show me what's beyond it

A hopeless, a violence

I named it:

Love.