Bow Out

She recognized the smile,
the high cheekbones,
his blue eyes looking back,

but that is where the similarities
ended,

brief was the elation,
the joy in something found,
then lost,

but when one door slams,
another opens,
this time, wide enough

to let the light in.

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Day 20 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month)