Corridor of Doors

I used to have the keys to this door, the only key.
But now it is locked, with a different set of key-code.

I knocked on it, talked to it,
while holding fresh colourful flowers behind my back.
The door replied with silence.

The air has slowly condensed into dense droplets.
Rain would fall on me in this corridor in ten minutes.

I just wanted to say,
thank you
for offering me a place to
stay, groom and transform.
And
you are truly beautiful and inspiring.
Just in case you got me wrong when I left.
When you are ready one day,
I could drop by again.

The flowers leaned against the opposite wall
and listened to the diminishing footsteps,
while breathing out a fragrance of respect and good wishes.

There are many more doors yet to be explored.
Til we meet again. Smile!