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old woman sitting near door

as age accumulates
it is the loss
of possibility that lacerates
my soul

old love
letters and

photographs recall the betrayal of dreams long
ceded to adulthood

I stare at closed and
locked doors that
line the past

and the scarcity
of those left waiting
to be opened
as I walk towards
the vanishing point

Published in Winamop. Featured image by Bùi Nam Phong from Pexels.