| Doors i'm
really a busy person,
really, i am,
but for 3 months now
i've found myself standing in this doorway,
holding open this goddamn heavy door
just because you said
"hey, you going that way? wait for me."
so for 3 months my arm's been going numb
holding open this door
(which normally i would have passed through without looking back)
waiting
and waiting
while you "just one more thing"
two steps forward, one step back
toward the door.
now, after 3 months
i receive a note,
pinned to a stick
flung through the air
thunk into the door,
saying "remember the door i mentioned?
the one behind me, locked?
i need to go back
just to make sure i don't have the key.
hope you understand.
i'll think of you while i'm gone."
heart foolishly numb as my arm,
i step back from the door
and the stick
and the note.
this door has always been unlocked
but if you want to come through
you'll have to open it yourself.
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