I can feel the curls of my hair on my back
As I slowly walk down the hallway.
Tears rolling down my face
Because I can’t find the door anymore.
For years I stood by it
Waiting for it to open;
Even a fraction of an inch.
I’ve traced my finger around the edges
To make sure there was nothing stopping it
From opening for me.
Touched the handle
If your hand had ever even been there.