“The door I longed for you to walk through
has been shut!”
The stinging sentiment as I’d never seen
a welcome mat,
and thought my efforts were
evident,
though perhaps the sharp resentment
clouded my judgment,
and the longing loneliness now
does, too?

Finite disgust made evident,
the past and your future in no way mirrored,
or perhaps the same shadow
from a different five three.

Either way, I’ve felt I lost,
yet somehow driven while defeated
that my ticket awaits-
though this five three would
still appreciate
a returned call