I’ve stopped at the green door many times. It’s a high quality, high resolution door – unlike everything else in my memory.
I’ve walked past many doors in my life. But I always stop at the green door. I know there is a house behind it but I don’t recognize it. I have, instead, painted on it, my own version of a house. I have very clearly seen this version. Its walls, its angles, its occasionally mud-stained floors, everything.
I have very clearly seen you in it.
You, happy with me.
You, me and our babies.
You, me and our hyperbolic teenage children.
You, me, our grown up kids and their babies.
The cycle is endless but the cycle began with us. I see this door and it erupts into an animation of us. A homemade video of our lives carefully constructed and unscarred by our actions towards each other. As full of hope as I am full of regret.
I see it all and I play this reel again and again and it all begins with the green door.
Even though I know this is where we had met our end.