Thursday, April 1, 2010

The closing door.

You told me I was safe,
 then cut the string from which I dangled.
You said we'd mend the pieces,
as you silently shredded more.
You told me you had time
but your time had a limit.
  You told me to let go,
but by then I was gone.
I told you once the door would stay open,
but, now.... 
 it's already been closed. 

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