The Door or the Margin?

Tonight I am awake
With my thoughts and the wind.
The rooms looks solitary
As a dejected lover.

There were days
When I gave it company
Wrote words with pen.

Pain grew tall in me.
Red blood is not seen,
Only my lonely pillow knows it full;
Sleepless hours and the sleeping pills.

You come in my thoughts.
You stop before I can touch you,
Your words vanish
As earth bubbles
When I overstep the margin.

I remain on the door
Waiting for it to be opened.