the sign above the door
You locked yourself up the number of names on my roster
in a castle with walls and occupied desks before me
far too high to climb,
of bricks far too thick heres me before them
the teacher teaches
for me to break through, the student learns
despite how hard I try.
But that day, you opened he gives me a grin and a wink
the door to see what was a hint of homework i gave one night
24 pairs of eyes on me
outside, and I took this
chance to finally show each pen is leaking away
you all the possibilities i’m only on their pages
that could be in this life. but they’re in my books
And yet you withdrew into you look through the glass
your mortar tortoise shell searching for an empty seat
and left me on the porch. hoping to learn from me
I didn’t understand why.
it can go either way
You said you didn’t want the student can teach
your sickness to spread, the teacher to learn
but I didn’t mind that.
I wanted to be with you. i want you here to teach
but ive run out of space
Still you said goodnight and can let no more inside of me
and you closed the door.
As I turned to walk away you turn with eyes like anchors
I thought I heard you cry. and i call out your name
but my door has closed