Behind The Door Poem by Alan Buckholtz

Behind The Door



I miss a place
I’ve never been before
a place that’s
a part of me
a place that has yet
to open its door
a place where
everything I need will be
my eternity
is behind the door
that I need
to walk through
and in the place
I miss
I’ve never been before
I’ll find you

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