watch the ladies pass by
one by one they exit out the swinging creaking door
each one a lost chance of happiness
squeaks of rusted hinges represents the laziness of inaction
is it too late to chase the ruins?
after years of misuse, corrosion hardens the once innocent door
along the sides are screwed in bolts and chains that always allow exit
never entry, so when the slam of anger reaches the ears of new strangers
only unsettled, dirty glass separate the reminiscent souls
I turn around and rejoin the drinking
expecting yet again for the aged door to close many more times
all the while knowing that a replacement will never come
maintenance is out of town
indefinitely
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