I have missed things before
not because I didn’t see them
but because I thought there would be time
time to circle back
time to explain
time to say what mattered
when it felt easier
life has a way of closing doors quietly
no slam
no warning
just a handle that no longer turns
I have stood in empty spaces
where something once lived
and told myself
I would do it differently next time
but next time is a strange promise
it shows up dressed like today
and waits without speaking
I have listened for voices
for something clear
something I could translate
into a reason I couldn’t argue with
and once
in a dream
they stood in front of me
my father
and the old man I have become in the mirror
he spoke like he always did
in a language I never learned
steady
certain
as if the answer was simple
my father nodded
like it had already been decided
and I stood there
wanting to understand
waiting for the words to make sense
but they never did
only the feeling stayed
a pull
quiet
unmistakable
like being called without a name
so this time
I am not waiting for perfect sense
or permission
or a voice I can finally translate
this time
I am walking toward what feels right
even if I can’t explain why
because I have learned
in the slow way life teaches
that some things do not come twice
and some doors
when they open
are not asking you to understand
they are asking you
to step through
and not miss this one
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