some doors close
and those are ones I know
There’s a reality most don’t see
Others find reasons to believe in change
I never wanted to feel this way
letting moments come while still on the run
I don’t deserve to look for hearts worth saving
I keep finding only empty rooms
and linger on furniture longer than I should
But I knew once the door closed behind me, she’d never find me again
So, I found the highest mountain
I went as high as base camp
We met there and shared a sleeping bag
And that night you told me you couldn’t swim
Later when the door closed behind me, I knew you’d never find me again
About the Creator
Jeffrey Sparks
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
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