Closet Doors Only Halfway Open

Eyes full of empty hope,
But he shook his head,
Anything except for heartbreak he could cope,
So he turned his back instead.

After years and many tears later,
False laughter and weak smiles,
Yes, he admits he's a faker,
So picks it up again, and dials.

But he stopped before he could reach him,
His body shook as he fell,
He realised what he had almost done was on a whim,
So he swore he'd never tell.

One day, when he'd had enough,
When he could take it no longer,
Yes, it would be risky and tough,
But now, this fear he would conquer.

Watched him fall in love; heartbreaking,
But he pretended to grin,
It felt like his heart he was betraying,
But too proud, he thrust out his chin.

He never looked at him twice,
Because he was smitten with her,
Tried to confess to him thrice,
But lost chances, his fate a blur.

But he, at last, sent a message,
Opening the passage, to be free,
He closed his eyes and hit send,
Then a tree.

Found by others, bleeding and broken,
Truely smiling but crumpled in a heap,
No longer heartbroken,
He went down, eyes forever closed in sleep.

"It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all."
- Alfred Lord Tennyson