Opening the door

Opening the door to
that long boarded up space –
you peeked in, beheld
those treasures placed
in the strong hold,
and quietly closed the door,
allowing another the pleasure
of reveling in those gifts.

Though you chose not,
taking the route of less risk,
that key was placed
in the rusty, age-generated lock
making the passage of someone else
a little less difficult,
reducing the resistance
he might find.

Should I thank you
for opening me up
but leaving without
tasting the fruits
Or curse you, for
walking away, leaving
the passage clearer
than ever before?

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