Love's Door

A howling rainy void,

I stood outside Love's Door

afraid to find no one there.

Wherever I go, I keep

hearing this violin to

the airless space beyond.

Spring, but still cold.

I'm keeping quiet

having a cappuccino

& a cigarette.

In the distance, a rainbow.

I sat outside Love's Door

with my feelings,

like a vinyl stuck on repeat.

So, what do I want?

When all is said & done--

hear your words divine.

Come & say my name.

Somewhere by the sea

you pass through fogs.

How I end a poem.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Reading this poem felt like being seated in a quiet café on a rainy day, watching life move in slow motion. It’s introspective, vulnerable, and quietly powerful. The final line, “How I end a poem,” lands like a sigh—simple, honest, and perfect.