The cold stone paves the way
from door to foot, lingering
as they shoot mocking looks at
my statuesque pose.
Pitiful gestures arise from my legs and
stumble forward one at a time
collapsing at the knees,
like I’ve never walked before.
I counted
twenty to your doorstep,
five up the stair.
The doorbell vibrates
an echoing melody through the air,
leaving the welcoming pitch to linger
upon completion in rejections’ silent pause.
I assumed to hear the booming footsteps
of a manly physique louden at the tone,
but they never come.
Where is my mind?
So long has it been since you’ve been.
The sound still weighs, heavy
the
words of “goodbye” never speak.
