You left the door open
and I walked on through.
You left the door open
and I walked on through.
I gave you a chance,
then another,
then another and another.
I thought tolerance was a virtue
until I saw the door was open.
I thought I should stay and work things out,
mend, heal, become even more tolerant,
forgive, forget.
I stayed and wrestled with reality,
told myself to expand and accept,
to be patient, kind and reasonable,
to adjust and keep adjusting.
To stick it out
and let things improve
by being grateful.
But then I noticed
that the door
was left open
and I walked on through.