I closed the door as softly as I’d stroked
Shaped by decades, centuries of time.
I’m illuminated by prismatic light,
For a little while at least.
Murmurs echo and collide.
Now I’m standing outside in the cold.
That chill doesn’t go away.
An unwanted dog tethered by his owner,
nothing left to offer.
The frigid air reminds me of when you left.
There’s a softness in my memory.
One thing remains the same though,
Aidan McClanahan Broken hearted
Dalaney Blottenberger When I Was With You
Bianca Dust Through a Rose Window
Nicky Lindell Saturday Night Routine
Heather Moseley In the Wood