The other day you hesitated,
as did I;
and so was that a mistake?
I dreaded and worried,
over nothing it seems,
until I saw you again;
and knew it wasn't too late.
You pulled me close, held me tight;
I returned the favor.
Letting go was the hardest part;
even if it is only for a day.
It seems like an eternity,
for when you're gone
my heart cannot play.
I close the doors;
until you come running;
for you are the one who holds the key.
I reopen again and breathe once more
until I close the doors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem