The Fall, 12 (256.)

Is this the point
of no return?
Through how many doors
have I traipsed
only to ignore the sound
of them
shutting behind me?
Though I may not walk
those halls again,
I may
think of them,
remember them,
imagine them –
and my mind
is thankful for this exercise.


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