An Open Door
Missed Connections in Boston
An open door
doesn’t make me want you any less.
doesn’t make me forget you.
it just makes me want to go to it every now and then
and look to see if you are coming down the path.
To love me again.
These days I’m reading Tolstoy’s War and Peace, a veritable soap opera of epic proportions. This poem from Boston reminded me of the scene where Prince Andrew proposes marriage to Natasha, but tells her they must wait a year during which time she will have an “open door” to change her mind about marriage while the Prince is traveling abroad. Natasha is emotionally stricken (in a most dramatic manner) with this delay, as she wishes to wed immediately. Does the Prince return? Does Natasha change her mind? Are wedding bells in the future? I guess all of us will need to stay tuned…