Wednesday, May 4, 2016

The Door

You said you'd come for me when the sky turned blue. I remember when you told me that. The sky was grey and I saw a door under the lukewarm sun. Every day I waited, as a new cloud would fill the space. It took a year for the white to erase everything. By the end, it felt like nothing. I continued to return to the days of absence. You continued to bask in the fullness of your hiding. The door was gone and so were you.


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