Deadend

A gaze turned skywards
Floating on a closed door
Slowly turning in the coldest of waters
Knowing the key was locked from the other side
Your strained ears struggle to listen for
meaning where none is given.
How long do you mourn the silence
before moving forward
getting your feet wet
With the clear realisation
That in this time and place
An open door would have sunk you both

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