Behind Closed and Permanently Padlocked Relationship Doors
When one door closes, another one supposedly opens
Or so everyone has been led to believe from time to time
Sounded naïve to think that everything happened for a reason
Instead of going right, you made a left turn into the unknown
Someone else might have made the turn for you
And led you to fall out of the car into the wide open space
Keeping on the road was the only option to do
Waiting for that demented driver to return wasn't possible
Pushing forward no matter what was the best choice
Posed with the dilemma that going backward could be a possibility
Was asked by a coworker if I could get back in that car, would I do it?
Not thrilled with the idea though after giving it some thought
No point in going backwards because everything
Usually ended in the same conclusion
Aftermath meant to happen for a reason
Even if the dismount often left a bitter resounding feeling
A slight unbalance in rising from the ground
After the fall from a once former grace
Not by any fault of your own accord, but by someone else's actions
Realized that there was no point in repeating the past
The future was never truly part of the equation in the first place
For the former twosome that used to occupy the memory foamed sofa
Where mutual love and respect never existed in the first place
If there was no respect, or trust for that matter, the love wasn't genuine
Realized that self worth was more important than having a warm body
Laying in the bed on cold winter nights to snuggle with
Would rather have a big fluffy dog for those particular nights
Decided that it was better to stand on the other side of the entryway
Laughing at the thought of the deranged driver looking for admission
Into a promised land that wasn't meant to be theirs in the first place
Realized that the reality was that they'd never return to your porch
They'd have to admit that they were wrong from the beginning
That would never happen because of their stubborn need to be right
At any and all costs; even when they were dead wrong
Better in the long run to never have that fraudulent joke
Darken your domicile ever again
Starting over was a little challenging
Gotten better with each passing day and soon they will be just a memory
A flicker of a past best left in your rearview mirror.
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