thorns.

I turn the handle of the knob so to alleviate any noise interruptions as I quietly guide my front door into it's closed position. With the world now on the other side of the divide, the raw emotions I had effortlessly hidden erupted like a pot of spaghetti sauce left on high and unattended. With all my weight, and the entire left side of my face, pressed against the backside of the door, I held myself in the lateral position, but the tears behind my stoic eyes surrendered to gravity's tug without delay. Here I was again, having just said my farewell to yet another lost soul that I had the pleasure of finding in this lifetime. A soul I loved from the first moment I laid my eyes on him. Scattered like the leaves of autumn, I pray we never forget this feeling of pain and beauty combined - like the most precious rose in the garden, unattainable because of it's many thorns.