You left the door half-closed behind you,
I keep it that way, still,
and sometimes look through it to find you,
and sometimes wonder if I will
at night, in bed,
my pillow beneath my head,
my fingers touch the pillow across the spread
and I mistake the true,
and, half-asleep, drifting off,
make love to a dream of you
it hurts, the way we play this game,
the way we make it be,
yet, love, I miss you, all the same -
when are you coming back for me?
John Libertus
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-left-the-door-half-closed-behind-you/
