Door

I dont want the
sun to shine.
When the leaf
is dead,
why does the autumn bells ring?

Am waiting,
to turn into that
corner,
where you made
your home once,
and gave me shelter
from the rain.

That window,
i can see the drops
on the glass,
Looks like
the tears that
touched us
are paintied on
your photo
that hangs
in my wall
black and white,
and you are
outside,
with a key
that lies in me,
to that door
in-between.

Tell me,
i can always break
the door
as well as me
for the key.