Gate
There is no such a gate.
It’s only in the fate of certain people.
Those who want to enter
are blocked
by those wishing to go out.
Ten years have left no trace.
But one glance can be eternal.
No "sorry" has been
more sorrowful than this “I’m sorry.”
The gate is still there
but it doesn’t really exist.
Only when people turn around
to look back
do they realize
it’s a leading
to the Divine Comedy.
It exists in nothingness
that can be anywhere.