Cedar and Steel

*My first attempt at a Sestina in two years so don't judge too harshly :P*

Blue carpet tongues unfold

Down the corridor I see in dreams

Walls cool beneath my finger tips

I search for you at the end of the hall

Seven years late, I take my time

Just a student late for Algebra Two

I look, but never see you

I should have turned when told

But I love to love, I love to pine

Love is never what it seems, 

not in life, not in dreams, not at all

Much like falling asleep, I slipped

Your door is locked tight like lips

Cold air breathes out the bottom, cuts through

Beneath the wood that stands tall

And even a hand so bold

Can't tear at it's seams

Open the door or move time

No act of hand or heart could make you mine

Get the lock to turn, the metal to click

But such stories are fodder for dream screens

So let the movie play, and get me back to

the life in which I'm enrolled

I should thank the orange and blue cinder block wall

For if it should open, warp, give or fall

I'd see a broken thing far from divine

A fallible fallacy grown stale, old

A man that speaks with kicks and phrases that hit

A bag of tricks filled with hot air and bricks

And lack of insight, who knew…

Not me, not me at seventeen

It's your door in my high school dreams

I stare at it at 3am, asleep in your hall

The metal handle, almost as cold as you

Realizing it's locked, and that I don't mind

I let slip my chokehold grip

And leave the key on the floor

That had been in my possession the entire time