Locked Door
Here I stand behind this locked door
the one I have locked one thousand times before
I say each time I will not come here again
then a song, a memory,a scent seems to suck me in
I look at the pictures here on the wall
graphic details of our love, the rise and the fall
When the pain gets to great and I am lying curled up on the floor
I get slowly to my feet and once more lock the door
