A Door Between

Last night, try as I might, I couldn't fall asleep.
Instead, I spent the night searching for reasons to forget you.
I could almost feel the conflict within you, trying to send me away.
It seemed like such a struggle, knowing what you were going through.

Were you closing the doors because you wanted to?
Or, did you try to shut them 'cause you felt you had to?
Letting go ... is that for you or for me?
Or, as what we have just cannot be free?

Are you afraid of the here and the now?
Or, was it what might possibly be?
Whose heart are you trying to protect?
Your's from me, mine from you?

Do you think I can just forget?
Go on as if you didn't exist?
Pretend that all you are is just a friend
Because of a what if, that might never be?

I found in you something I have never shared,
a peice of tomorrow, the desire to be there.
I felt a peice of myself, given up to you,
without hesitation, not a sign of apprehension.

And now, what does that leave?
A silent door, with a lock---
Will you leave me a key?