Life is like a bubble,
a permeable membrane
that allows people and experiences
to be absorbed into the circle.
But, once you leave someone’s bubble
you cannot enter through the same portal.
We can go home again, but the clock was ticking
and life has gone on without us.
Can we find the door that closed behind us?
Which of the keys will let me back in?
Should I rattle the knob and bang on the door?
I will knock softly and ask nicely,
“I love you, I miss you,
please let me back in….”