LOVE WALKS OUT THE DOOR

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I’ve watched love walk out the door
And watched it march right back in again

I’ve mourned the loss of love
Wondering where things went wrong
Knowing when things stopped being right

Sometimes I imagine there is someone on their way to me
They missed their flight or they are sitting on a bench in the pouring rain waiting for a bus.

They are somewhere in the stillness, in the in-between, the this and that, the here and there.

Sometimes you are with someone
They share your home
They share your bed
They play an integral role in your life
But you feel completely alone
You wonder how much longer you can stay
And what would happen if you left
Alone in love or no love at all


                                             Photo by Luis Alfonso Orellana


If you’ve been in love
You know that sweet spot
When everything is off the charts
Intertwined with a lover
Kissing in the dark
Your soul in the light
Feasting on one another
Leaving nothing on the plate
Still hungry for more

There’s all kinds of love
We all love – love
Whether we have it or it slips through our fingers
We await its return
The sound of keys in the door
And a voice you would know anywhere

Everything comes around again
Even love
Sometimes it takes a detour
Or misses the exit
But its on its way

Keep the door open
Keep the kettle warm

Because even if love walks out the door
It eventually marches right back in again

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