A little room
inside my heart
has a door
that wears a star
with a weathered name
emblazoned there.
This is where you are.
It's not a large room,
tucked away,
but it's where
my soul can see
where you are
in case I need
a precious memory.
The door is
safely closed now
for a time that's
yet to come,
and when my soul,
comes home again,
the door will
melt away,
my love.
It seems to me this is not just a poem about a lost love, sealed away as a memory. I think if that door could possibly melt away, it would be the world as she knows it be the memory. A profoundly emotional poem CJ.
loveya
Rusty
Thank you for admitting the "secret room"; people have them more than they realize & won't admit even to themselves...Good point made.
(((((((((((hugs)))))))))))))))
Sharon
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loveya
Rusty
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Sharon
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