Hard wall

Do you remember?

There used to be a door here
Its frame is etched in my brain
My hands retain the memory of opening it
Over and over again

There used to be a door here
A way of letting light in
A way of letting myself out
The air on the other side smelled of summer cherries

With eyes closed
My hands search for the slightest crack
For signs that would reveal the hidden frame
But there are none

In my dreams
I can still find that door
I smell the summer cherries
But I cannot see

What's on the other side anymore.

6 thoughts on “Hard wall

  1. Wow, it’s almost like that side is within reach but no matter how hard you try, you just can’t get to it. It’s a physical and emotional barrier. Beautifully stirring, I relate to this. ❤

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