Just Doors, no locks.

The Secret Door to the past,

Unlocked. Out of place.

Knowing that neither last,

Will the last be the last?

Will the unknown come back and resurface?

And try to get back its original place?

 Will the past reflect what has happened?

And choose to try again?

Will the subject tell or be silent,

To the qualms and worries hidden?

Will it leave or stay?

I assume, but it is too early to say.

Will the third be content?

Of the door outside full of torment.

She will try, can she handle though?

the overwhelming feelings unknown.

Nevertheless, the past is the past,

Focus on now and the present.

Make things work so it will last,

Be gracious of what's sent.

The rain has been rough yesterday,

And I'm afraid it continued today.

Release that baggage behind,

Say what you have to say.

So things won't go silent,

And the tense aura will go away.

Make things easy,

And just say you're sorry.