Blue Door

The Blue Door shut
Keeping me from the one thing I wanted behind it
I raise my hand intending to pull back the heavy doorknocker once more
I stopped, turned my back to the door and began to walk away
Every step I took away from The Blue Door
Would be miles and miles he drove tomorrow
Every step I took away from him
Would be another day without contact
The squeeze at the end of the last hug
Would make every memory colder
The last sweet smile and words
Would make every memory as blue as The Door
I was happy he was starting his new adventure
I was sad he could no longer be in mine
I promised myself one day to go back
And open up The Bright Blue Door

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h34dreamer

This was a poem about my best friend, who left to go to college, leaving me behind.

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