A Larger Poetry Collection

by reminiscent-afterthought

Even if they scattered about nonsensically, they collected on the same net.

68. Through the Front Door

A/N: Written for the Title Set Boot Camp, #007 – Through the Front Door.

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A Larger Poetry Collection
68. Through the Front Door

He felt like a stranger the moment he walked
through those front doors.

Not a guest
welcomed, with arms extended, coat a burden
taken away, a sweet warm kiss on the cheeks
that left the lipstick tattoo on
through the night.

No, not a guest –
he was a stranger
in those walls; unwelcome,
like a stain that no amount of cleaner
could stop showing its face again

But he had to walk through those doors
nonetheless
just as they had to open them
and let him in.