80spoems/slam

SLAM

I heard the door slam
in the place
I once called home,
scoring my heart
slightly left
of the center,
a straight line
like a door frame.

I heard the door slam,
re-affirming facts,
how sounds and scents
bind the heart
to all it will
never forget.

I heard the door slam
on a place where
my dreams once lived,
toying with reason
which was scarcely
capable of hearing
it as a harsh and
grating sound.

I heard the door slam,
late in a spring afternoon,
telling me, not to let go,
but reminding me
there was nothing
in my hand.