cerrado, no, abierto

a door blew open
that we both knew
should have stayed
but we had not
knocked at all,
and we both figured
that it had opened
for some reason:
maybe it was just
for me to save you,
since I could not
save myself;
much as this hurt
surges and begins
to overtake me,
I would still walk
through Hell for you,
or beside you;
then, I learn that
we remain,
and joy knows
no bounds.

May 27, 2009.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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