The Door

I close the door softly behind me … On the Life I knew before.
I cannot go there anymore.
The time has come to say Goodbye.
To leave behind Tears … that have dried.
To forget Promises made …. But not Fulfilled.
To Treasure the Beauty … that I remember still.
The Door clicks smoothly into its space,
And I know that I must leave this place.
There is no Peace here … nor will there ever be.
The Gift of Love we shared … is beyond Repair.
I wish it were not so … but I can Sorrow … no more,
And we stopped Believing in us … long ago.
The Door stands a silent testament … of what we cannot forget.
Immovable as our Stubbornness and Useless Pride,
As strong as our Anger … as deep as our Pain,
Can something called Love … Remain?
Forgive me for not Believing … in You.
Accept that for me … your Actions … equalled our Truth.