When the autumn doors opened
You were the first face I'd seen
That smiled
At me
As the winter winds came
You were the first one to turn
Away
From me
When the stage door widened
You were the one who embraced
Your arms
Around me
When the curtain went down
You were the one who vanished
Faded
Without me
When you found the friends that you knew
I was the odd one out
The last one in
The first one gone
When you did the things you wanted
I was not involved
Your world revolved
Without me
With the past doors opened
I pass the rooms behind me
Empty rooms
Without windows
With past hopes faded
I pass
Jaded
Past you.
PUBLICATION: Scop, April 1996, Corning Community College.
HISTORY: Feeling "left out" by most of the new friends I had made
in my previous semester at CCC, I wrote this poem. It builds on
the sentiment of Cliques (a poem I had
written almost a year earlier), but with a stronger feeling of
abandonment.
The poem won me $20 (2nd Place) in that year's annual Scop contest.
Added to the $35 (1st Place) that I won with
I Am The Night, plus the additional $20
(2nd place) that I won for a short play called "Hollywood Riding
Hood," I had won a total of $75 for my writing that year.
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