The door is locked.
It can not be open.
There once was a knob.
But, it has been broken.
You don't have the key.
Although, you once did.
Like a corpse, buried.
You've forgotten it.
And so you knock once,
then wait patiently.
Through the key-hole, glance.
Nothing can be seen.
You're still there, waiting.
With roses in hand.
There's no bell to ring.
So, there you still stand.
What's compelling you?
This house is empty.
Time to raise your roots...
Why don't you just leave?
It can not be open.
There once was a knob.
But, it has been broken.
You don't have the key.
Although, you once did.
Like a corpse, buried.
You've forgotten it.
And so you knock once,
then wait patiently.
Through the key-hole, glance.
Nothing can be seen.
You're still there, waiting.
With roses in hand.
There's no bell to ring.
So, there you still stand.
What's compelling you?
This house is empty.
Time to raise your roots...
Why don't you just leave?
jaxy:
Sigh. I hate that this speaks to me in so many ways.
quartz:
Windows....... is what I've found to be a good answer. Oddly enough, wrote something similar the other day......