months ago,
when you left,
why did you leave
all the doors open ?
why did you not
shut the windows,
or look behind you ?
you were still welcome
I followed you, your path
until the crumbles
became so scarce
that I could go no further
I turned about & retreated
but your smoke still lingered
& your presence hung about.
the hope was suffocating
& now a draft haunts
my room, it gets cold
but I cannot bring myself
to turn the lock & shut you out
for hope, that maybe you’ll return
for fear, that you likely won’t
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 10:35 AM UTC
months ago,
when you left,
why did you leave
all the doors open ?
why did you not
shut the windows,
or look behind you ?
you were still welcome
I followed you, your path
until the crumbles
became so scarce
that I could go no further
I turned about & retreated
but your smoke still lingered
& your presence hung about.
the hope was suffocating
& now a draft haunts
my room, it gets cold
but I cannot bring myself
to turn the lock & shut you out
for hope, that maybe you’ll return
for fear, that you likely won’t
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