Hinged

Hinged

You are the wall
And I am the door.
I get unhinged sometimes,
But you always hinge me.
I am opened and closed.
You just are, solidly there,
Dividing the space for me,
Making it bearable,
For me to go in and out
Of two worlds.
You will never be a door.
I will never be a wall.
But here we are.
Together.