She stood, sombre and afraid, at the threshold.
She sought a reason to cross over; to change.
She looked around for one; not one awoke.
He stood on the other side of the threshold, smiling.
His arms stretched wide open-the petals of a flower.
His twinkling brown eyes filled the sky of her life.
She found her comfort- his heart, beneath his broad chest.
Reason, then, awoke, and gently nudged her. ‘Go on’.
Trembling, she put her right leg forward; surely unsure.
An abrupt, desolate cry tapped her shoulder; a wince.
She whirled around, at once, without thinking; horror.
The phantom of forgotten antiquity had the last laugh
as the opaque gates of life shut behind her. Forever.
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