Left of the Heart

Bang on the table

and you leave,

stage left

of the hand

and the heart

must realize

where it has left off

in order to set it right

on the dotted line

of friendship

you told me,

“You’re right,”

but soon our pride

got in the way–

were we both right?

How do we know

when the doors are closed,

windows open, and all my dreams

are going in one side

and out the other?

October 15, 2014

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