The hinges on the door
Expand, compress
Open, close
Faces that are scanned but are not familiar
Open, close
Bodies flood to occupy the room
Open, close
A single person sitting at a table for two
Open, close
The clock in the room clicks to the twelfth hour
Open, close
Empty room with one waiting for something that won't come
Open, close
YOU ARE READING
Fallen Petals
PoesiaPoetry by yours truly. May or may not have created this becuse Instagram deleted my poetry account 😅
