How will this end?

I live on the second floor of a building. Right above the third floor, there is the terrace. Its a beautiful terrace; wide, spacious and kisses the sky. Its only a small flight of stairs and I can be there; except that I can't. A locked door stops me, and requested as I have, the building society's caretakers just wont have the door open. Its a strange feeling, standing at that door. The terrace is right there, I can see it, but I can't get to it.

With that terrace though, I can get to it if I take a circumvented route, and go down two flights of stairs, then climb three more flights of stairs from the other wing of the building. I can reach it and enjoy the terrace. Its not the same obviously as having it right there, and I never really go to it, but at least I know that I can if I want to.

But there are other 'terraces' which don't have that other open door. There is just one door, and its locked, and it wont ever be opened. And I know that it would never be opened. Yet I stand near it, looking over at the vista that could have been.

I'm sorry but I meant to say

Many things along the way

This one's for you

Have I told you I ache?

Have I told you I ache?

Have I told you I ache

For you?