The Empty Doorway

• Angelique Riou, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2013

There it stands,
waiting to be opened,
waiting to be closed,
but does it know,
it never will.

Does it know what I know,
does it feel the same,
does it know that the last time someone walked through it
they did it in pain.

Did it see that person,
emerging through the darkness,
did it see that person,
not to be seen again,
did it feel that night,
the saddness flowing through it.

Who knows? I dont!
But does it have a meaning?
Will it ever change?
Will it stay the same?
For all I know it will maybe stay
the empty doorway.