when closing a door (poem 5/23)
when things are all shifting i’m forced to reflect reflecting, i didn’t expect to connect for when all things are fleeting, life’s falling apart i take a small moment to rethink my art i’m walking down aisles, i’m searching for space i’m spacing, i’m floating, i stare at your face and when i’m in the mirror, i smile and cry i’m thankful that i’ve had the courage to try when i’m finishing up and i’m closing my door it slams shut behind me, i watch the rain pour and while i’m standing by and i’m keeping the score i am questioning whether i’ve been here before