im standing in a hallway

with two doors

both are bright

and dull,

gentle 

and sharp

one is bathed in past-tense warmth

memories that still know to breathe

and suddenly theyve returned to my present mind

as if they never left

the other is enveloped in a cold absence,

echoes inside

but a glimmer of warmth and hope lies within

but i reach out

to no reply

like i never said a word

and here i stand,

stuck between these doors

holding a heart full of hesitations and fear

asking questions i dont know how to answer

like how to choose between a memory returned

and a ghost of joy

maybe i dont want to choose

maybe i just want to stand

figure out what love is

and figure out who i want to hold my hand