*disappointing Life Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

She puts the key into the lock
and makes a final attempt
to look back.
But she can't.
She's afraid that she might see hate.
Starring down for a few seconds
she feels ashamed
like a child braking a vase.
She tries to remember how she got here.
Everything is condensed into those few seconds-
the first kiss,
and the flower. God how happy she was
over a simple flower. It was
the first time she said I love you out loud,
and after a week
how they made love for the first time
and how she made him man.
But the last...
when was the last kiss. Where?
Was it yesterday?
Is it because she didn't love him
that she has no recollection of it?
She feels cornered by her heart,
she must leave.
Something inside the lock moves,
she sees her hand
turning the key with no regret.
Why do you hurry, hand?
an angry thought
But she blinks
and the door pushes her from behind
and there she is
on the other side
with tears galloping across her cheeks.
Now, there is on turning back.