Waiting

They tell me stop but my heart unlocks the door every morning
And I glare through windows waiting for a knock on the door
Which never comes and wind blows through your void.
And dust covers the place where you once were.

And I simply sit in my chair with hands clasped
Knitting small memories together in my head.
I string them with threads of love.
It’s a blanket that will keep me warm at night.