THE CLOSED DOOR

I would first visit
in the late afternoons
at your house
after school
and you would open
the door
and greet me
with a smile.
And now
the door is closed.
And now
there is only sadness.
And now
there is only darkness.
And a child weeps.
He cannot sleep.
Where is his mother?
She is with another man.
Where is his father?
He is with another woman.
There is no family.
There is no mommy.
There is no daddy.
There is only sadness.
There is only darkness.

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