I enter into my heart to find you,
But I can’t see you.
Instead I see bars on the windows,
Casting long shadows across the floor.
You promised you would be here.
You told me that if I opened the door,
You would enter and sup with me.
It wasn’t always like this;
When did you leave?
When did I enter this prison?
The one I carry in my breast.
No, I never entered willingly;
I built it around myself.
Will you come again and open the door?
