shutting doors

doors closing 

doors closing 

leave them open

stay here

stay a bit longer 

i know you have some 

thing to do

i doo have some

thing to do

but this sound

of your hand

pulling the knob

into the other direction

inwards toward the room 

while I'm out here

out from the house 

while I'm left here

is really 

so

unbearable 

and the shut

the shut of the door 

i can feel the latches creaking round

i can feel the final wind of the door

as they near their close

that miniscule gust

like some sick joke

a puff of air as if to say, 

'i know you're hot

so here's a teaser'

and the kiss of the cool wind

never does land on my cheek

but a far away abyss

to complete 

the final shut 

and now this is how I live

every little movement of yours

although you might not know it

leaves behind it a feeling

they envelope me and my body

your presence, to me

is so many things

i don't know when i forgot 

how to answer your simple questions

i think i played too much

gave my limbs to the notes

and now this is why I'm mad

the notes 

the timelines

warped within each other 

and took from me my

fingers

sometimes i answer a question you've asked tomorrow

and you look at me like I'm elsewhere

or don't know that you have

but do not leave me

just

them,

open

it makes me so

so, sad

i can't help it 

why do i do it? 

why do i close the doors

in every 

possible 

world?