Through These Doors
Our lives were once separate.
Then fate deemed us worthy
of such a thing called love.
Our lives were intertwined,
both individually messed up
but somehow we kept it together.
To the world we were happy.
But we both knew, oh we knew,
how frustrated we were with the world.
You found comfort in my silence.
And I found comfort in your understanding.
We were so perfect together but so wrong for each other.
We were wrong so everything went wrong.
Through the doors of life, I watched you slip out of my grasp.
Now, through these doors,
I’ll face the world with your absence haunting me.
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