confrontation
in the cold,
i knock on the door,
shivering, pacing
fronted,
by a strange face
i look,
calm, collective,
the curtains in the window moving,
from the breeze, no
i saw your face,
waving, smiling, taunting,
but who is this,
this stranger,
looking down at me,
im lost, dilusional,
perhaps,
so unaware,
not prepared,
stunned,
i walk away
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