Open Door – an #improv #poem

I wake in the middle of the night
My heart is pounding fiercely
And the sheets offer no comfort
So I slip out of bed.

As my feet touch the floor
There’s a cold sensation;
Knowing your warm, soft body
Might as well be a million miles away.

The door requires a nudge
So I can walk down the hallway.
When I press it open
It somehow reminds me

That though we’re miles apart,
Our love still connects us.
And that connection is
Always waiting like an open door.

~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart
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