An off mind set led the man to this noose

dangling there, awaiting the company of someone, something, rope

a nasty feel it has, rope burn is the worst. Rug

so soft and welcoming, just like that mat

laying outside the door. 

Close it tightly, we don't need a breeze;

cold air, cold room, cold company, cold heart

shaped however you want, like clay

forming to your hands

feeling what's next, grasping for more, so close to the end.