Revolving Door Man

By: E Flores

Feels like we've danced this dance before. All too familiar.

This is the in... where is the out?

You love me. You don't know me. You need me. You don't want me. You can't live without me. You hate me.

This is the in. How long before the out?

I adore you. I honestly do. My love is rock steady. Something no one and nothing can move. But you change as often as the wind and as quickly as the river. You love me then forget me so easy.

This is the in. Here comes the out...

Then, when I'm forgotten, who is left to pick up the pieces to my dismembered heart? Who is left to comfort me? I quickly put myself back together used to the pain.

This is the out...

Please bring me the in...

I lie awake wondering where we could've went wrong yet again. When did the music stop? When did it change?

This is the out. So dark and so cold. And yet it spins and spins and spins

Waiting for the in.

I sit silently. Listening, watching, anticipating. For you to walk back through those spinning doors. For you to come home.

But you won't. Not today. The revolving door will spin.

This is the out...

I long for the in...

~*E*~