As she opens the door
with the anticipation
eyes frantically looking 
and gazing into the emptiness
looking for that loved face
she always adored
a chill went down her spine
and fearing the worst
seeing the two soldiers
with a crestfallen look
on their dejected faces
at her door
she banged closed the door
trying the erase that moment
in time
shutting her eyes tightly
holding the screeching 
pain behind
she never wants to open 
that door again
let it remain frozen 
in time
can’t muster the strength again
to listen to the awful news 
she is denying.
This post is in response to the daily prompt Conveyor

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