You left the door open
again.
Cold handle
dripping tears
of evening rain
each drop falling.
echoing on bare walls
Your fisted bundles
of belongings
smashed & splintered
the door-frame;
broke the clock.
You threw it
through the hole in the window
that wasn't there before
Damn!
All that was you
hurled
into the waiting cab
leaving nothing behind
one glaring red-eyed look
and you were gone
the door bleeding reflected red.
You opened this door
I'm half afraid to close it
- You're not coming back
if I do
never
click.
Gary Nelson | Oct 1, 1988
