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