Open

After his most significant loss,
Through years kind enough to hurt,
He held onto himself with fear and trepidation,
Fearing any more loss could be the weight, to tip the scales of senility,
Closed so tight, that not even the prying bar of love,
Could release thoughts, feelings and emotions.
Moments of levity cause him pain.
Never allowing himself to let go of his greatest loss,
Knowing the sour state, and bitter words.
Smart enough to know that what is done is done.
Yet stupid enough to allow closeness to dissipate for safety.

To be open,
To be visible,
Is a breach of an impenetrable wall.
One so often lamented,
yet virtually impossible to dispose.

Until the day it crumbled just a bit,
One peek into the inner workings,
Enough to infect a perfect system,
Perfect in its efficient exclusivity,
Imperfect in its acceptance of outside stimuli.

Currently the imbalance rocks him slowly,
Making him feel an intense yearning,
For something unattainable, which leads to questions,
Pain, and improbable thoughts.

Ending up.....