The door has closed on you and me.
I watched it swing in the soft wind
Of passing time and lost intent
Until it softly settled shut
Into the jamb and quenched the last
Slight chance of passing through a hand
Or, more, a look to catch a glance
That held, leaving immutable
Imprints, behind into the soul
And so ahead into deep dreams
In the heart’s own prairie stretched wide
And bright under God’s blue heaven.
But there instead, somehow, this wall
With its door just shutting out dawn
Casts a long shadow deep as night
From the sudden absence of you.
Copyright 2012 Jessica R. Venable
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