I’ve closed doors that can never be reopened, and on the other side are the unborn ghosts of a lifetime together; big house, big dogs, children, and laughter. But I know, She goes on to find someone better, to grow old with someone who can cherish her in a way I could never. And in a way, I did that, with a graceful bow and a sidestep through the curtain, and I’m certain I’ll never be at this point again. And it’s just as well. Sad smile, exit left. Chin up. No regrets.
I pull down each closed door and stack them one upon the other on the floor. Each one raises me higher and takes me a bit further– planks for me to walk, out over uncharted seas in an an ever growing arc of my history, of who I was leading to who I could be. But eventually it’s no longer one more step’ over the restless black abyss, until we plummet to our death… no it was that last moment until our long lonely walks– intersect. And our feet are steady, and the wood holds fast. A bridge. Abridged. We meet– at last.
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