I feel you about oddly closed doors, they're always slightly askew
like one day your past might just walk in on you.
I suppose it should be no surprise that the odd-fitting end wasn't enough
to keep the door barred from opening up.
And it may not be you, just the outline, a memory of,
that I've fondly colored to cover you up.
But that's just the thing about odd-ending afters,
they leave you wanting so many more chapters.
