Opening and closing that metal door I can still smell the rust 

Bending down looking in to make sure it wasn’t missed 

Sometimes reaching in just to feel that void 

Finally when you arrive I hold on to you excitedly yet cautious knowing that once I lay my eyes on you that whole magic and ritual would end 

What I became so obsessed with and even a little proud of would just... be. 

So I delay that process, I pretend you did not arrive

Until I am ready

Ready to be made vulnerable 

Pouring my heart out hoping it still speaks to you and you would respond again 

Just a piece of paper you think 

It was more than that 

They will never experience the real meaning of the wait.