She was the sort of person

She was the sort of person
behind whom a door never closed forever.

It was always on the latch, on the jar,
in case she would think to turn around
or a cry would call her back.

But now the door is closed forever
and locked and bolted by another hand
with we remaining hammering on the metal
and she silent beyond.

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