2018

There are a thousand moments greater than this. Numerous countless moments still ringing in my head.

You burst through my open doors so loud and flashy. Like those series lights we hang around the corners every Christmas. Like you were letting me be aware of your presence, which you don't need to for I remember the sound of your footsteps when they march towards me.

You leave through my open doors so loud and melancholic. Like you were letting me know that you weren't coming back. Still you break your promises and still know those open doors will be waiting for you return.

You burst them open. You leave them closed with a bang. You come back with footsteps so silent. You leave without a trace.

Though, I would wait for you. I would still be waiting for you.