February 24, 2018


The Door


the door was open

as I went through

as, suddenly,

did everyone else

standing a holding pattern

I scanned faces for hers

but it was not there

nor should it have been

she had left

as did I

she was not there

as am I


The Door
A poem by Peter Rhebergen

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