She had already told
Requested and mentioned
Way too many times
Reached out
Dropped hints
As big as can be
Left tell tale signs
And crumbs along the way
Made it clear as day
That there was more to see
Read between the lines
Underneath
In plain sight
Words that would explain
Give insight
Understanding
Shine light
Open doors
It was an invitation
That was unopened
An unlocked gate
Undiscovered treasure
Right within reach
She had said enough
And that was all she would
Not another word
She’ll just let go
Of all that
And see what happens
It’ll become plain as day
Perfectly clear
But it might be too late
Door may be closed
Gate might be locked
Treasure could be buried
Behind a wall
Invitation cancelled
The chance may well be gone
But she won’t say
Another word
Jeanna’ Mead
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