Doors – 2

What does she say ?
Life is a series of doors
One shuts, another opens

One door –
my door –
firmly shut
Three decades in this room
caring for my people
standing watch on my rampart
Was I even aware
of a door ?

You entered
How, I cannot know, even
now
Lighting the room
pointing to a door
never seen

Hand on the latch
glancing over my shoulder
what do I leave behind
opening this portal ?
What do I discover ?

My half
are you
on the other side ?
Is this the home
my kiss searches for ?

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28 April, 2013

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