seeing things I don’t want to see
Events that will take you from me
I stand in the doorway
Knowing I can do nothing
My power diminished
I stand in the doorway
Alone, unsheltered, anguished
Willing a change of events
I stand in the doorway
Watching and waiting
Hoping for intervention
I stand in the doorway
And watch you leave
For the last time
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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