Open the door
I need to see your face
I hear you crying softly
in the silence of the bathroom
Talk to me
only I understand
you wear pain on your face
like a terminal child
Open the door
and show me your tears
the heat from your blood
burns blush on your skin
Please hear my words
through the thick of the door
we'll try again
the next baby will be born
i almost thought i would cry when i got the the end of this one. I like how we are kept in suspense right until the very end. We understand the feeling of the poem, and the mood right at the beginning but it just grows until finally we find out why this person is so upset. powerful!