Doors

Caught within a recycling Plant,

I know,

I will be warm enough,

I believe;

I will walk,

head slightly up,

Look you in the eye,

When I can…

These revolving doors,

Have taken their toll;

Tattered and sore,

I know, I will be,

Fine…

As bright as day,

I will shimmer,

Like lines on clouds,

Fluorescent and anew,

I will,

I believe…

Strong I will be,

Not to reminisce,

About you,

I will not think;

Of an emotion so fresh,

It healed;

Parts of me.

I will not know,

That with you;

The world was different,

Your arms,

The alpha, the O,

That mega feeling,

By you,

I will not…

I know that I will,

Forget you,

A faded sunrise;

You will become,

In the banks of memory,

Your gaze will stray,

A picture lost,

To me,

You will be…