this is me

wall vs window

April 24, 2017

I look at you and see a wall.

A closed door.

A 'what if'

I see a missed opportunity.

I see regret.

I look at him and see a window.

An open door to possibility.

An endless wave of 'what will be'

I see hope.

I see a future.

So why is it so hard for me to fully close that door and go jump faithfully from the window.

Why has it been so hard for me to let go of you and let him in?

Why can't I stop staring at the wall?

Why can't I look through the window and feel fully confident that he will catch me?

You are a door.

He is a window.

You were a 'what could have been'

He is a 'what might be'

You had my heart.

He has my heart.

You are a door.

He is a window.

//Max