Photo illustration by Mindy Ricketts

I told you, this door’s always open,
though today, you and I know it’s true,
you can neither walk through or away.
Still it will not be closed while we wait.
My heart just won’t work that way.

I see lingering taxes your spirit.
This work takes a toll on your strength.
I watch all the shadows that come.
I measure your voice as it’s breaking.
Your tattered heart’s coming undone.

I ask you, my love, please don’t linger,
Are you frightened the space will close in?
You hover, hurt steals your peace, too.
I wish you would rest, heal your heart.
I’ll prop this door open, hold it for you.