#doors
October 23, 2022. SUNDAY
The Absence

I've become accustomed to not being with you. I'm overgrown with ivy.
The door is locked and weathered now. It'll crumble to the ground.
Birds can fly in when Spring arrives.
All the tears from weeping have watered the rose garden.
Beautiful, scented roses will bring some happiness in the Summer.
In Autumn and Winter, ivy is an evergreen.
It makes little difference if you visit, or leave altogether.
I've become accustomed to not being with you.