I havent posted in here for a very very long time. I tried to write this in the style of my first poem, but my poems have changed a lot since then, and the rhymes and structures are a lot more abstract.

a rift, a wall
a metaphorical door
invisible but you can feel it
it will take just one word to seal it

once, the door was open
you shone through
bright as day
washed my problems away

people are always changing
forming, reforming, conforming
twisting and turning
always learning

but why should it change the connections
the joins and intersections
that we made once
and have now gone away?

brownie points for getting the full meaning?
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