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.
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