Is the door locked?

Each night I leave the crack in the curtain and the door unlocked.

My heart is still open to you.

I don't know how to close it yet.

I feel us drifting further and closer to our individual paths.

I know in time the curtain must close and the door must be locked again.

I want to know if the same is true for you?

Does your door stay open for me to catch a glimpse of the moonlight on your face. Is it even a possibility to watch the air rise and fall in your chest?

Or have your feet led you back already? 

Are your steps firm on your well dug road? 

Is there room for a silent observer that loves you still? 

Or has the curtain been closed for good?