Stumbling out of the apartment door, I turned back quickly to see the door close. He swiftly and promptly locked the door. I touched the door knob, but I knew the door would never open again. I was on the outside, no longer with a key and no longer desired.
The door freely opened for two years. Inside became my safe haven. If I didn’t have his shelter, whom did I belong with?
In a daze, I walked down three flights of stairs, numbly making my way back to my car. I wanted to look back but, if I did…I still would not be welcomed.
I was forgotten in an instant.
Yet, in another instant