My Love is standing at the door
requesting to come in,
and so the space behind the door
is full once more.
There is a stranger at the door,
requesting to come in,
But the space behind the door
can hold no more.
The space behind the door
is filled with hopes and dreams,
and that hope behind the door
will be forever more.
Now my love is standing at the door
requesting to leave me.
And so the space behind the door
seems empty once more.
Again the stranger's at the door
requesting to come in.
'Sorry, the space behind the door
can hold no more.'
Katherine Rhodes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/space-behind-the-door/
