Each door, Every face

"After such knowledge, what forgiveness?"

 ~T.S. Eliot

After summers decade long 

You came on my door 

And asks me of mercy 

You want me to embrace you 

Like I embraced lilies in your absence 

You want me to be forgetful 

Of every waiting hour, every longing 

Your fingertips pressing against my door 

Oh how long, how many times, how often 

I dreamt that

I do not tell you that

You want me to open 

You knock, you beg 

You forget that you don't know me 

You forget that woman's sorrow 

Whose door you opened 

to be shut forever 

I knew, I always knew 

You will come like this 

One day to capture the rust 

But, I want you to know 

That these doors that you are banging 

Inebriated, are no less than hammers on my soul 

That now even your thousand sighs 

Do not move me 

So I do not know 

If this is a curse or a forgiveness 

That you are a lonely man

going backward in time 

And I am the road that is moving ahead 

You move on me 

Without moving ahead 

That the expanse you are leaving behind 

Will always be left 

Will never be what you took.