Outside the Door

Outside the Door

Outside the door it is all happening—
Rip-tide nerves,
A noiseless hum.

Doubt enters with the hand raised to knock—
Just a knock—
Will I be received?
Remembered?
Right?

Outside the door it has all already happened—
It’s a story that I drag behind me on wheels.
Before the first exchange
And final diagnosis

Stepping in
There’s a quiet and a weary raised head,
And between an entire world
That will swallow us whole.

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