We often forget,
Despite our best intentions,
What goes on behind closed doors.
Lacking in appreciation for those who deal with it
Everyday.
That it is only occasionally that
We, the observers,
Must open those doors, but a crack,
And take a stolen glance at what we
Would rather believe is impossibly unnatural.
So here I am to thank you
For being the exact person that I
Needed you to be.
Perfectly timed and orchestrated,
As if it were meant to happen;
That you should come along
Not simply to be another observer. Instead,
A fateful gatekeeper
Whom, by chance, held the key
To the closed doors of my heart.
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 9:43 AM UTC
We often forget,
Despite our best intentions,
What goes on behind closed doors.
Lacking in appreciation for those who deal with it
Everyday.
That it is only occasionally that
We, the observers,
Must open those doors, but a crack,
And take a stolen glance at what we
Would rather believe is impossibly unnatural.
So here I am to thank you
For being the exact person that I
Needed you to be.
Perfectly timed and orchestrated,
As if it were meant to happen;
That you should come along
Not simply to be another observer. Instead,
A fateful gatekeeper
Whom, by chance, held the key
To the closed doors of my heart.
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