Turning Forward to Something New and Closing the Blinds of the Past

A stranger at the doorway;
The blinds that toss and turn,
Just another brooding day
Of memories to burn.

The tears that have buried her
A grave, are safe and sound,
Past the flimsy barrier,
And coffins in the ground.

Regrets wash it all away
As she closes the door;
Deep inside, pictures replay,
He’s nothing anymore.