“I Hate The Door”

I hate the door that lets people leave,
it opens and closes with such grace, such ease,
I hate the floor that catches their footsteps,
worn walkway concealed their creaks while I slept,
I hate the air that didn’t give them breath for “good-bye”,
no tearful hugs or deep meaningful look in the eyes,
I hate the 5 seconds it takes them to forget,
my name and my face must fade so quick,
It gets old, and makes it hard to get close,
because I hate that it’s the ones I care for the most.