The Past
When I left
I shut the door
Behind me
And went back
With bolts and locks
Three times
Just to be sure
And went back
With planks of plywood
Just to be sure
And went back
With sheets of drywall
Just to be sure
And went back
With a cement truck
Just to be sure
‘til I was satisfied
And sure
That nothing could ever
Or would ever
Get back
Through
That door
And winters went by
Summers and springs
And falls
And you wake up
One day
And realize
The only way
To shut that door
Behind you
Is to walk back
Through it
Barefoot
TL