I stood in a doorway letting her pass,
for there was no tomorrow
left inside our fantasy.
She would tell me later
everything was purposeful,
the hurt and distance methodical.
I wasn’t ready to believe such is fear
to know this truth is near
though caught up
in a random loss
without any explanation
we might speak about total confusion.
I didn’t know the skies wouldn’t wait
for another chance to love
stillness quiet silence
no cooing of a dove
life without eyes to hold me
I stood in a doorway letting her pass
© Scott F Savage 11/2020
apersonaljourney - stories of love 
3 thoughts on “Doorways”
Maria Gianna Iannucci
That is so sad.
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a quiet man
Today has been a difficult one – thank you 💕
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Maria Gianna Iannucci
Text me on Instagram. I didn’t see this comment until now.
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