Walk Through That Door

I see your clothes hanging in the cupboard

Your shoes resting in the shelves

Clothes nicely ironed, shoes nicely polished to a shine

Seems as if there is nothing to miss

Seems as if you’re still here

Everything is as it was before

For all I know you might just walk through that door

It’s pretty unlike you to leave things hanging

To leave things unsettled and the story interrupted

When are you going to walk through that door?

Please tell me baby cause my soul’s cold and freezing

I’ve learnt my lesson; it’s hurting right to the core

I wish life would go back to how it was before

Why don’t you just walk through that door?

I see your books piled up on the shelf

Books left unread, a layer of dust on their jacks

I see your pencil case left unzipped

Pencils already sharpened, pens still uncapped

My soul’s in torment, what psychological crap

I order you to come back, do your own chores

Why don’t you just walk through the door?

Why don’t you come back, dry all my tears

Why don’t you come back, allay all my fears

Please come back baby, it’s hurting right to the core

I’ll be your honey, just walk through that door

Everything could be as it was before

If you’d just walk through that door

You just have to walk through that door

Anne Varghese (1999)