❤️ The Door Between Nowhere And Goodbye

In the far chambers of memory lies a locked door, separating nowhere from goodbye. Time's rules do not apply there; behind that door, past, present, and future; are all mingled.

In the realm of gray, where silence lies,
Between the place of nowhere and long-drawn goodbyes,
An eerie echo of old times, clings tight,
Whispers of you and me, in the still of the night.

Between nowhere and goodbye, I find a door,
Locked and guarded, on this spectral moor,
Every crack, every line, a memory interlaced,
Here in this realm, time has see…