With the closing of a door

The salty spary
hits me in the face,
a wakening from
mother nature.
The cliffs i'm sat on
allow me to view everything
the whole world from my perch.
I often come here to think,
about happy times, sad times
times long ago,
back when life was so full,
I wish it were still so.

I wish that two years ago
I had never hurt you,
forced you to walk out.
You gathered your clothes from the draw,
and packed them in the suitcase.
And with the closing of the door,
you were gone.

Everything happy in my life,
the person who filled my day time
and shared my night,
the person who i cared for
would always be there for,
gone,
With the closing of the door.