Bad Faith
The door of his life has been left open,
Just slightly, a leaving ajar to let in
The air, a little - a way in, a way out.
He might step outside, or he may not.
He feels the draught upon his neck,
Hopes he is right, for his own sake.
He wonders about absence, about choice;
Thinks about the silence, about the noise.
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