A million closing doors

Parts of me fade
Disuse packs them away
Doorways close that she once demanded open
Sadness as they go
Chokes and blinds
And I’ll awake emptier than I was
The hole in my heart grows
Fed only by the barest trickle
And the falsehood of hope

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