The Door

Am I then
like that door—
pushed through
when you enter the room
or step outside,
with nothing left to say?

...Or to put it more plainly,
whether I have something to say or not,
no one bothers to care?

If you think of me that way,
then know this:
I am that silent man
who will one day
hang across his entire being
that notice board
which reads: Farewell!