has shut. a door we wished had been opened. a door we thought was the path to our future.
there are other doors we close ourselves. we say good-bye. we turn away. we look down and we take a step. but sometimes our hand remains on that door. just waiting. just wondering. if the time was different. if things were to change. if people were to be not who they are but who we wish them to be. we don’t want to close that door completely. we want to keep the option open.
and then the unthinkable happens. the door closes outside of our control. we can no longer look back. we 