The Knock at the Door
I heard a knock at the door
And my heart skipped a beat
The wind said “It’s not him”
It is only me
I heard a knock at the door
And my heart stood still
The odds said “It’s not him this time
Maybe someday it will”
I heard a knock at the door
And my heart felt sure that it would…
Doubt said “It’s not him
You just misunderstood”
I heard a knock at the door
And my heart could see
The past twenty years said “It’s not him
And it never will be”
I heard a knock at the door
And my heart still skipped a beat
Death said “It’s not him
You have to come with me”
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Yes. His visit is inevitable.
For sure.
Wow- well done.
Thank you!
Ah, those twenty years! My dad passed away at 83 in 2004. My stepmother is a few years younger than Dad (they were a perfect pair!), and she’s still alive and misses Dad still! The loss of a “soul equal” is profund. You’ve conveyed that so well!
Thank you. 83…am glad you had your dad that long. I often wonder if I’ll live that long. I try to make the most of every single day.
That soul yearning thirst that never seems to be quenched . . . dad passed in ’93 there hasn’t been a day i haven’t brought him to heart and mind . . . love does some crazy imprinting on those deepest parts of our souls . . . wispy wish to reunite . . . thank you