Breech

By Debborah Jensen

There is a breech between us, I have not felt before.

Forgotten my position, of only being the door.

Grown attached to you, thought that you would stay.

Always knew this would happen, who was I kidding anyway?

Conversations shorter, than they ever were before.

I guess we said all we can say, there is nothing more.

I recognize this pattern, I fight it everytime.

Acceptance of my position, would make it easier I find.

I have served the purpose for which I was given to you.

Now is your time to move into the world, and everytime I feel blue.

But new ones will come upon me, and to them I'll turn.

In the meantime, this old heart of mine, won't let go, and I burn.

Lonelyness is the fire, engulfing as you go.

But I can't keep as I desire, for my job is to give wings and so,

Fly away, find your life, think of me at times.

I am the door you pass through, you are never ever mine.