Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice

Behind Closed Doors

I missed the stop — “No worries,” he said.
“I’ll turn right back.”
I missed the art show,
but some things you just can’t return to.
Next year, we’ll wait.

I missed an event
I couldn’t get back to.
I missed a date,
but there’s always the next day.

I was late for my interview — oh no!
This one threw me off.
I had no choice but to let go.
I thought this was it…
how sadly mistaken I was.

I thought I missed the best things,
but better was waiting right behind the door.
“Knock, knock,” she said —
she had all that I thought I lost.

And what was mine
was wrapped in a big red bow.
“Hello,” he said.

There it was:
my dream school,
my company,
my life, open behind a closed door.

Girl, next time —
just open that door.