you left your keys and walked out the door.
I hurried to open the window, seeing you walk
down the straight path past autumn winter
spring summer. I forgot how many times I
watched the leaves change their colours but I
still held that window open hoping one day you'll
pop your head in and say, "Sorry I forgot my keys!"
I'll just look at you in the way I always did,
toss the keys and shut the window smiling.
But you took such a long walk! I painted the
house and changed the locks. Even the flowers
in the wind nodded their heads, but I kept the
window open even when I fell ill from waiting
too long. Winter came and I read from the
leaves that you had passed away and never
coming back. I tried to remember if you were
the wind that filled the house or the wind that
left the house. I closed the window but I didn't
like the way the curtains stopped doing it's
little dance. So I reopened the window, just a
fraction of it anyway for old times sake.
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