Thresholds

I stood by the door, a soft thud behind,

a small piece of space, a barrier unlined.

Light seeped through like hope, fractured and small,

but it caught in the edges, where shadows fall.

She walked away, a hint of independence,

her laughter fading, marked by absence,

I reached for her echo, but the room felt hollow,

words left unsaid drifted heavy and shallow.

The door swung shut like a final goodbye,

a crease in the moment, a soft, lonesome sigh.