The door had slammed in violent thud
between your heart and mine,
and handled holding could not help;
division was defined.

I felt the splintered panelling,
which drove between our minds,
and knew that it had ended;
the past was left behind.

And yet my hands kept holding,
the key to break divide,
and love sat silent, waiting;
until you did decide.

Such barriers between two souls,
cannot be changed by one,
and each must seek to open doors;
new lives are thus begun.

The days of patient waiting,
can turn to months or years,
but when the lock is turned by love,
there is no time, no fears.



About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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3 Responses to Door

  1. Irene says:

    Much wisdom in your lines.

  2. margo roby says:

    I do love the feel of reading classic poetry, when you write with a defined metre.

    Nice header image, too.

  3. Pamela says:

    Really nicely done, Ross.


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