The door is yours mother

Here is another one about my dear mother
THE DOOR IS YOURS
air supply is...empty
and you're so
far away.
form
poems in my
tear drenched eyes,
and as I wipe away
the sorrow
I realize you're still not here.
I close the door you that use to be yours
with your unexpected farewell you left
and your scent is slowly fading
F
A
D
I
N
G
The painkillers don't feel good anymore
I'd rather have your
hand wrapped around mine instead.
Uncondtional love lies in your hands.
But now your hands are
cold and so far away.
Comfort is but a dream
your memory a fantasy
and my heart a massacre.
Come back to me,
your door is waiting.
MAKE THE DOOR BELONG TO YOU AGAIN.
Make the FANTASY go away
MAKE IT REAL.