I often, open the door.
In lieu of finding you,
standing, waiting to knock.
but, there's no one,
I find.

I have so many
rituals that I perform,
just to make sure,
I keep missing, you.

but, is it just me waiting?

a doubt, I've started getting
lately. and, you've never wanted
it, to be with me.
I hope you've at least thought
of me a few times.

after, you left saying,
you ought to find your dreams,
first. and then go ahead with,
the half of everything we had.

half of everything we wished,
us to be.

but, the door remains vacant,
with no one to be found
waiting to knock.


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