Love Poem: The Door
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Written by: Steve Crabtree

The Door

In the past I have suffered through loss we all have.
What is it about losing someone that takes so much from us?

It’s like your were locked in your own room for a very long time 
You only know what was in that room
The way it smells……… the warmth it provides
You feel safe in this room…its home
You know where everything is and in this room anything is possible

But then one day you come home and the room is wrecked
There’s suddenly no comfort that the room can give
You look around a realize your room has changed and you don’t know how it happened
Nothing is where it should be and you feel like the walls are closing in on you
The space that use to provide safety now feels like the darkest place on earth

Then the unthinkable happens 
We come home and the room is locked 
And all we can think about is how great that room was
How warm it made us feel and we long to have the keys once again
Now out in the cold we can see through the windows and inside our past stares back

That’s how we feel….locked out from a place that was ours
So we stay their…..in the cold
Until one day we’re standing in front of a new door
And the knob turns once more.