Wednesday, November 26, 2014


I have a red door.
One you walk through
Again and again
Worn hinges
wooden sighs
and my red door silently
waits to open once more
to the possibility
that goodnight is not goodbye
and that closure is only a flimsy chain
instead of a deadbolt, that cannot be breached
by even the strongest amount of love.

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