Old beginnings escape these doors while new epilogues enter through wood and broken glass.

It was a forced entry, muddied boots lay trails on stained carpets.

He took an oath of silence, loose bindings. Words are just words are just words.

She was capable of breaking oaths, the only one. Soft smiles and playful teasing.

But he was blind. He must have been. He never saw her, touched her, embraced her, but he knew.

He knew that she was there, that she existed and kept hearts warm.

And that is all the comfort he needs.