It felt like a door shut in my face. As I gaze on that closed door, I raise my hand to knock, yet I hesitate. It speaks loudly in the ringing silence; I am unwelcome. There is nothing for me here. Leave.

In a small sad way, it's a relief. I linger awhile, then make my way away. It's time to continue my journey. I have stopped long enough and lingered much too long here.

Sometimes, there is no coming back. Cutting what ties I had, I'm burning this bridge. There is no one to tell.

That I know, is enough.