Half Opened Door Poem by Patti Masterman

Half the world has gone away,
But still lives on in dreams
Prayers and wishes
Hopes we only dare to whisper
At the brink of midnight
When reality finally relaxes it's grip
The flames burn fiercely enough but still
There is no resurrecting the dear days
That have gone away, although
Still recalled at the sight of birthday candles,
And empty chairs.
Written, sung, mused about
But no longer reachable from where we are
The ones who once meant everything to us:
Tiptoeing, we go to that door
Put first our ear, then our face against it
Just for a moment
Just to inhale that air again
To hear that music once more
To feel our heart stirring
Our soul waking again up inside of us again
But we can never step back through
To stay; we are imprisoned
On the wrong side now-
Strange that we never suspected
A door that used to always let us in
Would someday lock us outside forever
And I can feel it, only half-open now
Beginning to swing shut already.