There were two doorways,
And two door frames, two doors,
Two handles, etc.
You were in one doorway,
I the other, you understand.
And we were looking at each other
Close at first but the doorways
Moved away and we were both
Transporting to different worlds,
Different journeys, traveling alone
And we did not want to be.
I went to a beach and washed up on the sand.
Still in my doorway, it was the early nineties.
People were wearing neon colors with large hair,
Laughing, still thin and pretty.
But you went to the future
And came back angry; afraid.
I tried to understand, what you saw
But you would not have it.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
There were two doorways,
And two door frames, two doors,
Two handles, etc.
You were in one doorway,
I the other, you understand.
And we were looking at each other
Close at first but the doorways
Moved away and we were both
Transporting to different worlds,
Different journeys, traveling alone
And we did not want to be.
I went to a beach and washed up on the sand.
Still in my doorway, it was the early nineties.
People were wearing neon colors with large hair,
Laughing, still thin and pretty.
But you went to the future
And came back angry; afraid.
I tried to understand, what you saw
But you would not have it.