Still

this poem is about how Im still thinking of a man that I fell head over heels for

I put a closing
To this door
That still
Remains unlocked

I keep looking
Out the window
I cant even
Hear you knock

Two notebooks full
of subject matter

You are the subject
and still seem to matter

You loved me as a person
But, are not
In love with me?

I still wonder what
Kind of love,
Being in love is,

That you want
Someday to see