The Closet At The Back Of My Heart

once,
not too long
ago,
i loved
you...

you rejected
it,
turned it
down,
said you didn't
and could never
want it...

I took
my love
for you,
put it into a box
locked it,
and threw it
into the closet at
the back of my heart
and locked the door...

I
convenced
myself
I had dealt with it,
that I had  gotten
over it,
never felt it,
told myself it
was gone.

yet it was
never gone,
it was always locked away
in the back of my heart's closet,
and now...

and now it is knocking,
knocking against the door
and I can hear it,
I can feel it,
and to bring it
out, to let it out,
would be painful,
because it would
be having to be rejected,
and am not strong enough
for that, to go through that
pain one more time.

so i let it keep knocking,so
hard the vibrations can be
seen in my eyes,
in the form of tears....