Another Door.
Not like that radio you returned to the shop,
And swapped,
The trousers you exchanged
Because you lost the weight
You gained
When contentment waned.
Not finding love again.
Not sharing the same name.
Not turning the clock back.
Not papering over cracks.
Not staying up all night.
Not blinded by love’s light.
Not what you’ve known before.
Another door.
Cherry Coombe 