Should I close the door. Demarcate the world we once shared into two spaces.
You turned your back when I asked “Why?” You wouldn’t or couldn’t answer me.
It couldn’t have been to protect my feelings. You had already ripped out my heart.
So, I stand here, hand on door know, wondering why. Knowing the answer but afraid to voice it.
Why does love die? Why can promises of forever be shattered and scattered on the kitchen floor?
Does this tarnish all we have done together? Does it take away the spirit of us?
I remember walks on beaches. Bouquets of flowers. Smiles and laughter.
I start to push on the door knob. To make my own world.
But then I remember the power of love at first sight.
I leave the door open and hope.