Another Door

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. 

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