The Door

Near blinded by the dark
I fumbled for the key.
My fingers, stiffened by the cold,
fiddled with the lock.
Frost was in the air
and ice was under foot
I longed for the warmth inside.
I longed for the light.
At last I turned the key
and pushed at the door,
but you had built
a wall inside
and the door, I found,
was faked.