By: Kyle Elden
Your palm glides across
a door
the smell of wood and old paint
presses against the last thing
between you
and the life
that awaits
Your fingers clasp
cold brass doorknob
and turn, open
light begins to filter in
and you know
it is time
You have learned what can be learned
here
You cannot look back
cannot stay
the past becomes the past
and you do the only thing you can do
Words like
regret and
if only
fall away like feathers
from a bird in flight
softly floating downward
white
against blue sky
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