Monday, December 2, 2013

The Door Never Opened by Janet Elliott Brown

You won't even miss me when I'm gone. I will steal away on gentle breezes outside the window. I will drift upon the wings of what might have been, as you sit there at your desk studying notes and numbers that will be meaningless in a few short weeks.

You won't hear me singing sweetly, no lullabies or songs of you and me. All you'll hear is the silence of the door you never opened.

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