< we know so much >

a door
to be gotten through
one foot
and another
the twist of a handle
then opening
leaving
all we did
all the sad words piled up
having
to be waded through
us
and that door
while outside
the sky sweeps
but what does the sky know?
the sky always sweeps
and the clouds
must do their part
like us and our words
one after the other
and we know so much
we know our first kiss
from our last
just how to love
but don't