You walked out slow, didn’t slam the frame Just let the latch sigh your quiet name Left the hallway light burning low— Like you might come back, I don’t know Wind slips in through the crooked jamb Carries dust and a half-warm calm I haven’t touched it since you went Afraid the gesture means consent Door left open Door left open Door left open I hold my breath, check the clock But it’s just the night playing tricks With echoes dressed in your old myths Door left open Door left open For the fool Hoping I’ll cross that threshold line— But neither moves. Door left open
