Poem: Closing the Door

The door is closing, and the time has come to say goodbye.

 Yet it never seemed that I was there at all.

The pictures do not exist.

The memories are far and few.

Th hurt lives within the walls.

The ones that hold the truth but knows nothing.

A story that was written, but never told.

Is this the really the end.

Has my time come to say goodbye?

As much as try not to care, it has become hard for me to cry.

This was my first, this was only, and my worst mistake.

The door is closing, yet I am still running to catch it.

I know it must for me to grow.

I just cannot seem to let it go.

This is a place that I will not miss but will cherish for a lifetime.

It is time for the door to close.