I leave hopeful doors ajar
waiting for your open embrace.
The glass breaks
and the ice turns my feet cold.
I tiptoe into your life.
My life otherwise runs anti-clockwise.
This is a poem for my wrapped heart
waiting for your revelation.
On the way, you are lost.
I imagine this departure of yours is my poetry.
I have learned to express
and be the fountain of joy
I search for my dancing partner
when life teaches me tunes of solitude.