The Door

There's a pain in my chest when I see it.
I double take. I try to project your name onto it.
You're gone this time around.
I do miss you, even if you don't deserve it.
It still smells like you when I walk by.
Ironically, I know it's new inhabitants.
"Yeah, there used to be this awful Hello Kitty wallpaper on the sink."
I'm not sure why I still care.

My heart can't let go of the hope I have for you
in this spring of your life
even though you impose winter upon others
especially one I love
Still, I'll always wish you were still behind it.
That I'd see your beautiful face when I knocked on that door.