Life Before
I stand before this open door,
gazing back at life before.
I dare not pass beyond and lose,
the memory of me and you.
Aghast I stand against these waves,
of love to which we are slaves.
We loved and lost and now are ‘free’,
I wonder at what’s left of me.
Did I do right in slipping loose?
Hearts are crushed by tightened noose.
The smells and warmth of love’s sweet song,
my mind it dwells on what is gone.
I must move on and face the storm,
of life and of this fresh new dawn.
But for now I stand before this door,
gazing back at life before.