Wrong door

I look out the window, seeing the young couples off to church.

I wake up, walk alone, the fallen dreams hit me like rain.

The fullness of the smile in couples, conflicts with the emptiness I feel

In the good and bad, it all hits me just the same.

I remember my first homecoming,

Out shopping, I have to make a good impression

I show up, knock on the door, and see you, like reality from a dream

Sadly, like most in the game of “love” you used me to regain your ex

Somehow, love knocked on the wrong door

Letting the years fade, I prepare for prom

Knocking on a different door, wondering if she will say yes,
I have written a poem just for today.

Seeing you in your white dress, beauty farther then any word could explain

As we drove around, you fell asleep.

Taking you home, it didn’t occur to me that love just told me no

Again, somehow I knocked on the wrong door

I found many songs that can be our song

However, until there is you, there is no us.

The thought of future doors has me looking back at the wrong doors.

Until the right door is picked, I will remain at night seeing the same dreams that fall down like rain, as the teardrops run off my pillow to the same old stain.

Then again, hope stands when I think about….wait I forgot, there is no you.