This Is Getting Old

"This is getting old."
"I'm sick of you."
I nodded, shrugged
You took the door ajar your left
I lingered a little while
Your footsteps dissolves into the drumming noise
"This is getting old. I'm sick of myself."
There were no other doors
but the one you took when you left

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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