The Door

I can feel the curls of my hair on my back

As I slowly walk down the hallway.

Tears rolling down my face

Because I can’t find the door anymore.

For years I stood by it

Waiting for it to open;

Even a fraction of an inch.

I’ve traced my finger around the edges

To make sure there was nothing stopping it

From opening for me.

Touched the handle

And wondered

If your hand had ever even been there.

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