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.