In my little world, you appeared in shades of blue,
A silhouette soft as morning's tender hue.
Beside me, your door—a whisper, untold,
Where curiosity and silence began to unfold.

Your room hummed with secrets beyond my reach,
Each passing moment a lesson love would teach.
I longed to knock, to breathe your name,
But fear held fast, a flickering flame.

What if your silence turned my heart to stone,
Where love’s soft whisper dies alone?
What if the courage I failed to show
Became the absence that haunts me so?

Time passed, and our doors became distant shores,
A hallway stretching to endless floors.
Each step a struggle, each breath a plea,
Yet hope burned on—a lantern in me.

I climbed through shadows of what might have been,
Not measured in steps, but the ache within.
The staircase rose beyond the light,
My heart ascending through endless night.

Behind that door, a world remained,
Of joys unspoken and sorrows unnamed.
I pressed my palm to the weathered grain,
Longing to know both love and pain.

When tears traced rivers behind your door,
I wished to knock, to heal you more.
When joy would whisper through thin-worn walls,
I wished to knock, to bring you flowers tall.

Through endless stairs, my hope still grew,
Clutching petals kissed with dew.
I stood before the dream we made,
And knocked—though hands still shook, afraid.

But fate unlatched that fragile frame,
Another's smile eclipsed my claim.
The flowers fell, their petals strewn,
A love unspoken, lost too soon.

I let go of the colors you once defined,
Falling like watercolor blurred by time.
Descending stairs where laughter stayed,
While silence whispered what I delayed.

Perhaps you left the door ajar,
Waiting for a touch that stayed afar.
My hesitation—a mountain tall,
Higher than the steps I dared to fall.

Now I know your name like a ghost knows its room,
You know only the fragrance of wilting blooms—
Petals scattered like moments we never claimed,
A story of connection, forever unnamed.