The Door

The creaking of the floor hinted a change
Movement that was anticipated to come
Waiting to see what would happen
He knew as he stared at his thumb.

The conflict had been ongoing lately
He knew her interest had waned
There wasn’t anything left to fight
Nothing he felt could be gained.

Letting her follow the path she chose
Even knowing it tore them apart
Once she decided to let it go
He could only let her follow her heart.

So as the floor creaked and he waited
He could almost hear the door close
She quietly walked out of his life
What each would become, who knows.


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Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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6 Responses to The Door

  1. David Eric Cummins says:

    Very moving piece. That actually hits quite close to home for me.

  2. Phyllis Sears says:

    Very beautiful and heartfelt; you work wonders with words my friend. Glad to see you writing; it gives you a special outlet and we all love your poems. Hugs

  3. Jeannie says:

    having to part ways is so sad…but we must be true to our heart and sometimes we can’t follow the path another we care about chooses to walk. Such a moving piece of writing!

  4. There are some departures leave such an unpredictable impact! So relevant!

  5. nikky44 says:

    Very sad, but sometimes necessary!

  6. KD DeFehr says:

    This really hit a place in my heart

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