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.

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