Just let me know when you are leaving,
For me to close the door left ajar,
Lat time when you went,
It remained wide open,
We had not even finished talking,
At least thats what I thought,
I could sense your presence even with the door open,
The confluence of air had not adulterated your presence,
The open door stood stationary like an expectation,
More Inquisitive than me,
Quizzically oscillating, sometimes staring at me and then turning its attention outside,
I replied, "Dont ask me about the return...."
We sat together, giving each other company - me and the door,
Asking the same question, again...again...again...,
Just let me know when you are leaving,
For me to close the door left ajar.
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