Doors close

I still think about you, but not as often as I once did. There are certain things that always bring you to mind, I can't help it. I don't regret our time together. I have memories I still visit. There are things I would have changed. Maybe it would have made a difference, maybe not. Maybe things would have been better...or worse. One never knows these things. Life changes. People come and go. Timing is everything. I like to think we both ended up better off.  No regrets. Instead I listen for the sound of the opening window.