I knocked again upon her door,

Knowing that she could hear me.

Again I knocked just once more,

But an open door would never be.

My absence started long ago,

In her mind I never cross.

Locked outside she has to know,

That ignoring me is no great loss.

When it comes to me I'm always last,

Just another boy she once kissed.

What happened with us is all in past,

Now I'm at the very bottom of her list.

Skipped again while others she wrote,

My words didn't mean much to her.

She used to tell me her dreams and hopes,

But now I see I’m not in her future.

My poems used to be about love and desire,

She brought those feelings out in me.

But now of me she has grown so tired,

And loss and sadness is all I can see.

We used to talk for hours and hours,

And never run out of words to say.

But whatever we had has lost its power,

And now I'm left with a few seconds each day.

I only know that she’s closed her doors,

And left me standing outside in the hall.

Thoughts of me have her so bored,

That she thinks of me never at all.

So on her closed doors I keep knocking,

Knowing it won’t do any good.

Day after day more doors she keeps locking,

Until finally my place in her life is understood.

She just has no time, she’s too busy you see,

Our desires and wants are now in the past.

She only has time for everyone else but me,

And once again I take my place.. dead last.