Seperate

Unhooked from the hinge
opening a new door, with that
aged wooden frame.

It used to give me so many
Slivers.
You remember those games
in and out the same door.

It used to be so bashful,
between our arrivals and exits.
Now it has become frivilous,
and easy to say nothing.

Goodbye is something
I believe in, and you
could never reach
an agreement on saying
hello.