Stood outside the room
Just looking in
Because participation
Wasn’t necessary.
Beer cans strewn across the floor
Worn out candle
Left to be discarded
Like everything else
They never had.
Pieces of me
In traces of him
Left me wondering
Why I stood so long in the doorway.
Sometimes in life
We can stand the in door
Looking around a room
Then we need desperately
To close the door.
Josephine Ranes 
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