Sliding Doors

Sliding Doors

The evening is coming to a close

and we've done this dance before

of awkward glances

and chance romances

that disappear through sliding doors

but on this night lit by golden strands

you stand up and hold his hand

You cowardly ask

and he cowardly says yes

to keep the universe in tact

I watched Sliding Doors the other day cause it was on tv. I can't say that I was a fan of the movie, but it got me thinking about alternative realities... which got me thinking about the season finale of Fringe. I don't know where I'm going with this. I actually wrote the last 3 lines first this time and I started writing about something else but I got scared because I thought it might be too personal so I changed it up. You can call me the "coward" and you'd be correct on several levels. Peace out.