I see the set of her shoulders as she walks away
Ever even and soft, I knew them well
Her fingers run through raven hair
Shake loose those few odd things
There the sunshine of an autumn afternoon
Here the dead petal from an unsent rose
And so the door swings shut behind her
It's hollow sound a final farewell
Closing, it locks me away from her
But never her from me
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