doors close, one upon another.
there is no going back.
i don't want to.
time will tell if it was wasted.
or if simply more character needed to be built.
i will not see you and you and you again.
but, thank you.
i await the windows.
pain forming panes that fly open,
sunshine and glory streaming through.
answers. freedom. purpose. life.
the little birds are leaving.
the owls will come.
i can almost see them.