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Michael Meyer Jan 2014
Heavy footsteps pacing past my door
Stopping breifly, only to start again.

Slow footsteps moving down the hall.
Stopping with soft sobs.

Soft sobs nearing my door.
Light footsteps following closely.

Light footsteps falling silent.
My doorknob starts to shake.

Everything goes quite.
There are no sounds.
Only glances.

Heavy sobs break the silience.
Only deafened by the comforting hug.

Heavy footsteps retreating down the hall.
Echoing the heavy sobs.
I feel like I could've come up with a better title

— The End —