The meaning to most of the stuff I've written after around 2018 and 'The Door' can be seen in the words,


Why didn't you tell me

Why didn't you tell me
you were going away?
or was it the attention
that I lacked to pay?
Either way you're gone now
and my tears won't bring you back
an empty space on my settee
another part of my life turning black
So why is everything I love being taken away?
which has now left me wondering
how long I should stay

But the door is still locked.




copyright2024 Peter Williams



Poetry by peter williams
Written on 2026-04-02 at 09:41

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