revolving door
my emotions are clear glass
push my door
I'll take you for a ride
slow and steady
not automatic
hands pressed, you're in control
leaving fingerprints
smudges of your words
we go 'round and 'round
you let no one else enter
I stopped to let you in
I tried to keep us moving
you slipped right out, mid-spin
I'm left to pirouette alone
until you decide to slide
back in again.
I just keep spinning.
~cdw
1/11/13
