Ink Runs Dry

doors open 
doors close 
seasons change 
foundations shake
hearts love 
hearts bleed 
pain consumes 
saturates 
which brings us 
to our knees 
thoughts invade 
as we are forced 
to let go 

we soon realize 
that our 
ink runs dry 
perhaps...
it's time 
to put paper 
& pen aside 
close this door 
& say goodbye