And she crumbled like a sand castle against the sea. Relegated to a scarce impression of a memory now. She left as quickly as she arrived. I watched the door close in slow motion until it was finally shut for good. Perhaps I can find another door ajar.  Hopefully next time I can prevent the door from closing. Can you really ever stop it though? I have a better chance of controlling how many leaves fall from a tree. I often ponder on the ashes of my many bridges, how things could be. Can my heart ever stop again by the mere sight of someone? Can I ever retrieve those feelings that were once such a staple in my life? Is it possible to forge new feelings that will once again change my life? Perhaps.... Perhaps....