Walking, I was consumed in my own trivial daily thoughts,
And I stopped, for the door in my path was closed.
Before I could figure out why,
It opened.
A woman stood there in the doorway,
Staring me down with hollow, vacant eyes.
She scowled at me,
I tried to maintain no expression at all.
And meanwhile, my thoughts were washed away.
But slowly, one thought was clear.
I will never allow myself to be,
Like that woman, or rather,
The lack of a woman,
On the other side of the doorway.