The Door

I wish you had the keys to the doors within my mind, so you could be a part of the world locked behind. The things I have to say cant compete with words. The exiled feelings are clawing to get through. If you could only know, I could be a part of you. Yet this can never be, for I am me and you are you, and somehow time has built a wall between the two. Both of us searching, but not yet finding, both of us reaching but not yet grasping, until the day one of us finds the key.

Julzzz R.