He opened the door but she was too afraid| Too hurt to set a foot in| He left it open just for her| Even handed her a key| She kept it and opened it with her hands| Her touch| Her voice| Her looks| That special one she gave only him when they were alone| He was at his happiest whenever she called to spent a minute of her time with him| This was sparse| But he waited in anticipation for that moment| Feeling neglected at times| He felt unloved and unappreciated at times| She made all this disappear when she stood by his side| The hope was strong| But he knew that a relationship like this wouldn't hold for long| She made the call and his nightmare sunk in the deep oceans of his eyes| They say time makes the memories past| I guess memories of happiness can only last for so long| A hope for the missing piece can only connect for so long| Until that piece rust or is lost and decides to shape and mold to connect with another puzzle| while you...