The Doorway

Maybe this time

I will be able to leave our door closed

the one I try to keep open

for fresh air

(though it's the wind that keeps howling through it)

The one that I leave

ajar just in case you choose

to say hello again

if you find yourself wanting

to be friends

but you have asked

me to close it

you have slammed it shut

so many times

passing through

my hallway

punching holes

in the walls on

your way out

and each time

it takes me a bit longer

to re-open it

I pause to think

I pause to act

(you give me pause)

this time has been

the longest yet

and I wonder if I

should move

where you can no longer

find me

so then at least I wont

have to stare at that

dead end, unused

doorway.