The Door
By the time I write this
it will be history.
No longer
some great mystery.
Everyone thought
I had tried my best.
But I failed
the most important test.
What they think
will no longer matter.
Now that
my life is in tatters.
Alone for good
with an empty space
where you stood.
I drove you
to the brink
of exhaustion.
Until eventually
you gave way to caution.
Packed up
your things and
told me no more.
Put on your coat
and walked out the door.
Copyright © Patrick Doran | Year Posted 2018
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