the grey door
i still have the
taste of the
snow that
night
it
stains my dry lips after all this
time
i watched as you walked in through the
grey door
and
kissed me, as
cold as you were, no matter
kindness came, you said, and showed you the way
it took you through
clouds in the baby blue sky
over pale
white fields with
angels strewn across
and into my
weary heart where you belonged
i believed you and held to every
word
but you never walked through that
door again
and when the
thaw crept slowly upon us
the
memory melted away with the fields
by owlman