Locked Doors and Open Windows

I stood outside in the rain,

let it wash over me,

could feel the wetness

run down my back,

my clothes began damp

then soaked

as the tears fell further,

stronger

their struggle was my own.

I could think about then

and realize

just how many years ago,

and today still

right with me,

all the time.

When I look a person in the eye

I know their thinking about me,

they were there that day.

I never come to terms

with how we each,

everyone of us

were there that day

and we walked away alone,

wondering why,

how is it that I end up here,

same place,

same horizons

locked doors and open windows.

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