The closed door

at the departure gate. 2006



A door closed.



A friend left.



How final was that closed door-



How sad to see the blank wood.



I knew it might be the last view of my friend,



And I hoped that the door would open; if not immediately then as if the friend had re-considered a departure.



But later that friend did not return to the empty space left in my life.



I became a friend without. But, I was ready;



No return, that door closed forever.

 
 
Jean Neale