The Rift

The door between us lay ajar for years,

You could have walked into my boudoir,

Or invited me into your den,

But you did nothing at all.

You watched while the door closed slowly,

Until all that was left was a crack,

Through which a sliver of light escaped.

When the last ray of hope faded,

I shut the door and bolted it tight,

The key I threw into an abyss,

Never to be retrieved by mortal hands.

Through the back door I emerged,

Endless vistas and horizons opening up before me,

I hope you will do the same too,

And stop staring at the shut door.