Lamentation

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.