Slammed Door Poem by Kewayne Wadley

You got mad and left.
The sound of your feet
Turned towards the door
Before it slammed shut.
The air was thick in you,
Swirling in what's left,
Sticking to the floor,
Hanging from the wall
Even me.
The door rests still,
Reality fastly creeping
Through the seams,
Suffocating in regret,
Even the hope you'd turn around
In case you forgotten anything.
That slam reverberated through me,
Bypassing the pictures,
Echoing off the wall.
Each step you took
Shattering my heart,
Stepping all over it,
A cruel reminder that you're gone.
The pieces of my heart
Have met my ankles,
Filthy.
Broken out of anger,
Here I sit alone,
Picking up the pieces.
I still have hope that you might.
The door didn't lock behind you.