Deafening sound of knocks

 It isn't that painful if you've been left behind

what punches your gut is when the memories stayed. 

I knocked three times on our brown door 

the shade of an old tree forgotten by the clouds 

it is half a meter tall from my height 

with three lines at the bottom right 

probably from the claws of our neighbor's cat. 

I was waiting for that certain sound. 

The sound of chaos and excitement

hidden behind the brown door 

the sound indicating the hours passed

welcoming me with open arms

but I did not hear a squeak or a movement 

it was silence for a minute

until i heard.

it was bells in the church

and alarm every 5 AM. 

Only it was a different sound

it was a loud music of realization

that the beautiful being behind the brown door

has ceased to sing

and joined another brown. 

Silence emerged again 

and buzzed my ears 

like bees spiraling on me

and glass falling from the table 

as memories of that certain white pup

that wiggles her tail

and shows off her tongue

clouded my eyes

my hands stopped knocking on the brown door 

another vision comes to my mind

this time it was eerie 

as I saw the speaking eyes

that whispered a loud throbbing sound 

translating to the quiet end.