Here goes.
The Door
The hinges squeak
The handle barely shows gold
Unlike the gold untouched
As the clasp meets the fold
It's not through lack of wanting
Lack of willing, lack of trying
The force simply won't give
When your wanting is just lying
That familiar waft of air
As the heart battles the mind
Just to hear the slam.
Hopefully. Eventually. Within time.
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