I stared at the closed door for some time.
I did not expect her to come
we were too far gone for dramatic
entrances and reconciliations.
A closed door is interesting,
life being defined by which
side you are on,
and who has closed it.
She stood there a while,
before she left,
waiting for me to speak.
I lied when I said “I understand.”
So had she when she said “Always.”
6 responses to “Closed”
The thoughts about closed doors, who is left inside, who closed it, astute indeed. This poem, tinged with sadness, is nonetheless so true. I suppose keeping the door to your heart open is the answer. This was a very good write, and wonderful for Scribs, Mark. Peace, Amy
Fascinating point of view: which side and who did the closing.
Actually, I have the opposite problem: living with somebody who never ever closes a door behind him 🙂
Awfully well written – quite moving…
Yes, there is definitely a different perspective from the one who closed the door. There is such melancholy in this..
Very moving poem, Mark. I love the use of the door and who closed it.
Excellent! You are getting better and better, Mark. This is my favorite part:
“we were too far gone for dramatic
entrances and reconciliations”