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January 9, 2017

Slowly, the door is shutting.

Claiming to mean something.

The eyes glance away, and I’m

hoping for a word or touch.

The heart caves in my chest.

My eyes water, it’s just

that I thought I knew, but I’m

lamenting my rue.

A glance my way, a smile, a nod.

Elation peaks and the door is gone.

Just to re-appear and my pain begins again.

From → Poems

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