Thursday, May 26, 2011
I woke yesterday,
and just whispered goodbye.
Decided this would be the last time,
a tear would graced my eye.
I thought about what could have been,
considered what it was.
Foolish is the dreamer,
who dares dream of love.
I showered with the lights out,
so I couldn't see my shame.
I fell to my knees in protest,
wanting to shift the blame.
Then a thought occurred to me,
that maybe it was time.
Time to let it go,
and leave it all behind.
I rose in that water,
breathed deeply in the steam.
It was at that moment,
I found a part of me.
Out of the shower,
I turned on the light,
no longer a beaten man,
just a lover who lost the fight.
I walked out to the ocean,
as I've done a million times before.
I smiled, and to myself I said,
I'll leave it on the shore.
Yet somehow this was bigger,
somehow this was more.
Some may call it an ending,
I call it a door.