Doors

So many doors

To get through

To meet each other.

There I was

Returning boots to C,

Awkwardly leaning over

The fence between us.

And she, opening her door

Looking slightly frail

Took her borrowed boots.

Then she reached for me

To kiss each other’s cheek –

A gentle eager thing.

And as she drew back

To close the door

I could see shining tears,

Making me wonder

What doors I would have

To knock at,

What bells ring

To meet her.

Or perhaps it was I

Who had closed doors.