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.”
Awakened Words 
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
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/09/16/ocd-overwhelming-critical-demands/
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 🙂
Awfully well written – quite moving…
Yes, there is definitely a different perspective from the one who closed the door. There is such melancholy in this..
Very moving poem, Mark. I love the use of the door and who closed it.
Excellent! You are getting better and better, Mark. This is my favorite part:
“we were too far gone for dramatic
entrances and reconciliations”