I closed the door
and found myself again
searching for answers
that only time will bring
reaching out to memories
that insist to stay
I know the day is done
once more I closed that door behind me
even though you're gone
I must live
and dream
I turn on the light
knowing that I'll be alright
I lay my books on the chair
and walk towards nowhere
I hear the sound of silence
and as far as I am aware,
it does not bother me anymore
If that door could talk...
now it's just me
and the very thought of you
does not kill me as before
I closed that door
not with tears
not with a trace of fear
but with pride
and joy
because
I'm finally learning to live without you.
2007-05-30
07:45:52
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