Door

There is a door to me I've never seen it Sometimes I get closer to it But I've never found it At twilight I almost had it But then the night fell I looked out at the dark and wondered How could I have lost it? Then one night at the park I saw it with my cheek in the dirt I couldn't move underneath the dark But at least I finally found it It cried out a creak and opened To show me what's beyond it A hopeless, a violence I named it: Love.