A knock on my
door,
only to hear
the emptiness
of missing words.
A look
from hurting eyes,
seeing
only distance so close.
I listen for sounds,
sounds of hearts
when there was
love.
Softly a knock
on my door,
only to feel the
pain fade away.
A knock,
then no more,
only silence,
at my door.

©ScottLB