The door is locked – bolted & cold

His life was here from the stories he’d told.

Against his face trembled a tear

slipping loosely but making clear

what he’d already known – what he’d already feared.

 

Since everyday held the chance of a miracle,

he’d pray the day would soon be spiritual.

Her absent smile filled his head.

His absent luck making him dread

the day she chose her heart instead.

 

Not to fake – not to break

& not to make the same mistake.

He’d held her once, she must have felt

his honest hands & the heart she’d melt.

 

But she was only just a dream…