Close the Door

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.

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