Entryway

The outside of your door

still smells like you,

as I hold the knob

and then let go…

I cannot go into your space

just yet.

I cannot clean or visit

the things you left behind

in turmoil,

chaos,

and pandemonium.

This still seems surreal —

a bad nightmare

full of confusion

as it took me by surprise

even when I foresaw the outcome

so very long ago.

You are gone

to a place I cannot reach for a while.

But,

here behind the door

sits your life

the way you left it

and it’s okay to allow

the memory cells

to reside there.

Time has a way of moving

even the static

that was left between us both.

You will always have

the love

that you rejected

as a safety net

to return to the four walls

behind this small entrance.

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13 thoughts on “Entryway

  1. I truly like your simple and accurate narrative writing form. It touches within. Besides, my experience is that people who pronounce their observations made about their feelings the way you do, prepare to soon be met by love.

    “True Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”
    ― Rumi

    😉

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