Infrequent Stops

This was a story I had already lived
a crowded room of smiling faces
I embraced the familiarity and novelty of people I supposedly knew
a parallel amongst those in a library of friends
Here was the luxury of indifference

I left the door open and never came back
thinking in a way it would close itself
forget that I once lived there
reconstructed with the same materials I surfaced
to a new side of my green leaves