The Door Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

He left.He left like the air that comes in and with every breath.
Not even a word or maybe goodbye, no..nothing just the air i felt as he rushed by.
That door closed so fast i forgot what or who we were.
So when he rushed out that door i saw a man who wasn't my man anymore..

Not a word. Not a sound in any form, no whisper, nothing to be heard.
Just her stare, daring and waiting still..for my promises, shouted and pulled tenderly close..to be felt.
Bout still not a word. Just the cluttering sound of memories fading along with my footsteps out.
not a word. My clinched fingers ached to caress her face to comfort.
Make a sound, mumble a word, and i will stay..not a word.
Not anymore.