There’s a knock on the door and they tell me it’s you,
I want to rush and fall into those arms that once held me,
The mind races and I think of all the things I have to say to you,
My heart is pounding as I struggle to remember the last time I heard your voice.
But then,
I reach the door and it’s you,
Only the arms that once held me aren’t welcome for me anymore,
You don’t want to hear the things I have to say,
And your voice, the voice I fell in love with, I can’t recognise anymore,
There you are at the door but it’s not the you I knew.
