Sometimes: Poetry

the hardest thing
is knowing where
you've been

And the lines just
keep on running
till the boundaries
begin to blur

turning around
in marginal circles,
closing your eyes
in snips and waves,
breathing your last
over six decades
of a life understood
through a screen

But if we just keep
on wishing,
it's not going to
It's got to take
some effort to make
it come back again

There's a doorway,
an entrance
and it's waiting
to be opened

There's a sign there
on the balcony
telling you that
you just need to believe

Because it isn't a
group that can grasp
the door knob,
it's a solitary
who's been sighing
their breaths
at an entrance
for decades at a time.

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