Opening the door
by Adrian Allison-Baillie
Opening the door when I get home at night,
I stop and stand and sigh,
My head bowed low and my eyes shut tight,
Whispering a silent "why".
Perhaps that's just the reason why,
When I get home there no one there
In each room life came and went,
And now they just stand still,
Once full of laughter but now just silent,
I wish I had not spoke ill.
Perhaps that's just the reason why,
When I get home there no one there
In every room I've uttered why,
That none but me know why,
A muffled sob to try not to cry,
As I see a happy memory,
Perhaps that's just the reason why,
When I get home there's no one there
I am faced with my own stupidity,
Oh how I wished I'd known,
That love was there but I
didn't see,
And now I am on my own,
Perhaps that's just the reason why,
When I get home there's no one there
Now there's no Hello and no Goodbye,
And I know now that you did care,
Perhaps
that's just the reason why,
When I get home there no one there
Perhaps
that's just the reason why,
When I get home there no one there
Comments
This poem is sad, yet heart breaking.
