You

Behind the doors You stood;
Blinking and staring at me.
Heads down, and a smile You own.
In my chair i sat, heads up;
Waiting for You to enter and hug.
Stood there, You, in delirium,
If to enter or not to.
Hours passed and You stood still;
And in the dusk, I reclined;
Closed I, my eyes, to rest, for,
They were tired, of looking at You.
And then, You came, closed to me;
And You left without a word;
I, lay there, in the chair, statued,
With a heart, that is longing to beat again.