I stared at the closed door for some time.

I did not expect her to come
back though,
we were too far gone for dramatic
entrances and reconciliations.

A closed door is interesting,
life being defined by which
side you are on,
and who has closed it.

She stood there a while,
before she left,
waiting for me to speak.

I lied when I said “I understand.”

So had she when she said “Always.”

For Sunday Scribblings



Filed under Poetry, Poetry - Prompts

6 responses to “Closed

  1. The thoughts about closed doors, who is left inside, who closed it, astute indeed. This poem, tinged with sadness, is nonetheless so true. I suppose keeping the door to your heart open is the answer. This was a very good write, and wonderful for Scribs, Mark. Peace, Amy

  2. Fascinating point of view: which side and who did the closing.
    Actually, I have the opposite problem: living with somebody who never ever closes a door behind him 🙂

  3. Awfully well written – quite moving…

  4. Yes, there is definitely a different perspective from the one who closed the door. There is such melancholy in this..

  5. Very moving poem, Mark. I love the use of the door and who closed it.

  6. Excellent! You are getting better and better, Mark. This is my favorite part:

    “we were too far gone for dramatic
    entrances and reconciliations”

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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