you tell me i’m your last —
that you won’t ever find love again,
that i would be the one
to close the doors to your heart.
the one to lock it.
the final door keeper.
“it has been an honor.”
i say with content
as i close it slowly.
you thought
you’d never find
love again —
that i threw away
the key somewhere
far away,
but little did you know,
i left the key
in the lock.
knowing that
someday,
someone
will stumble
upon your door.
and right when you least expect it,
you’ll hear
the lock unlatch,
the door creak,
footsteps coming
towards you,
a familiar set of sounds
you thought you’d never hear again.
but this time,
from somebody else.
and you’ll smile,
and say “welcome.”
i wrote this piece while i was talking to someone i’m dating at the moment. this person told me, that if ever this thing we have doesn’t work out, i’ll be the last person to close it and lock it for good.
i cut this person off and said, “no, i will never allow you to not love again because what we had didn’t work out — i can’t ever do that to someone.”
so in the spur of the moment, i wrote this as an honor to this person, who, regardless of the uncertainty we have, still pursues me.
dear you, i’m cheering for you, even though it doesn’t feel like it, but i hope you find the key my last one threw away in a far away place i have no idea where and you be the one to unlock me.
in the mean time, let’s go with the flow.