I use to care and hope but...
The tears have dried.
Trying to find a way in, I stood knocking at your door.
There was no one there.
So...
I moved on into the bright and shiny now.
Wanting it to be different won't change the pain.
My love for you beated on a door unopened.
The piles of all our hopes are scattered like last fall's leaves.
My sibling still knocks.
I stand in the cold knowing she has come in vain once again.
But still she knocks...
Her heart is strong and large.
She will knock and knock again...
But the door will not open.
Many have tried and failed, she is not alone.
Sometime, I fear this door was locked,
long before I got here.
Damaged as it was,
in some past place I know nothing about.
And then I wonder if I only knock louder it might finally open?
Maybe this time I will be heard.
Maybe this time the door will open.
But...
It does not.
I use to care and hope but...
The tears have dried.
