sometimes the door slams in your
face,
while other times,
it's pushed slowly closed
and locked behind you. I've seen
many doors open,
and just as many close.
some for good reasons,
and others you just never know.
I used to pound and knock
to get back in,
but not anymore.
I say farewell through
the crack, turn and walk
away, accepting reluctantly
the decision to say no.
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