I slept to wake with open ears.
Let alone, following a certain feeling that led me to believe that I was missing,
To walk a path that led to what I figured I'd treasure most.
A slow walk to me, to you.
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Dear Kewayne. Excellent poem! I have rated it seven / ten. It gives me the exact feeling of creaky doors, which is remarkable, although I'm not sure what the metaphor means. There are places where it is somewhat Dickinsonian! So, great work!