Theloopylululog

What do you see # 353 – 10 August 2026

Where do we go from here? 
You have shut the door on me. 
Again.
Playing the same game of dice.
Again.
The closed door makes me want you.
Again. Badly.
Strange that it makes me abandon myself.
Again. Badly. 

How long until you learn to pick a side? 
How long until I choose me over us? 
How long do we do this dance of yes, no and maybe?

The door is beautiful, I will give you that.
A safe space to stay and linger.
A no man's land to hide our fears.

Who are we when we aren't standing here?
Who are we without each other?
Who are you on your side of the door?
Who am I on my side of it? 
Where do our paths veer?
Is it time yet to discover? 

I am scared and I am tired.
This charade of in and out has lost it's taste.
It's time I stop waiting by the door.
Watching, biding and praying for more.

'There is no more," says the rotting thing.
No more joy to wring out the ring.
No more wrongs to be righted.
No more rights to be sleighted.

It is done, my love. We are done. 

Let's turn around and leave us behind.
Walk your path while I choose mine.
It ends now, it ends now.

No more holding the door and wishing for a meteor.
Borrowing time and miracles can't undo our destiny.
We are here. We weren't meant to be there. 

Tho door stays. The door rots. The door dies. 
It will never open for us again. 
It did once and one too many times. 
Always a question. Never the answer.
 
No more. No more. No more. 
Bye bye black beauty, bye bye dear one.
May we never meet again by a door.

I hope to see you someday by a river.
Your boat goes west while mine goes east. 

That is how the our story dies.
That is where our love will live.

In flow, in mirth, in reverence. 
Always thanked for its presence.
Quietly folding into Time in absence.

#WDYS

#Whatdoyousee

Behind the scenes:

The poem birthed itself inspired by the What do you see challenge.

Out of the two pictures I was moved by the picture of the door. It immediately arrested my attention and took me down a memory lane littered with the broken bits of my heart, shattered one too many times by non-committal relationships.

How I stood by the door of their indecisive hearts to open fully and embrace my love as is. Alas…that never happened, until I decided to finally leave them and let go.

This poem reflects the longing, yearning, burning and learning that happened by the door.