Here I Stand

Here I stand, staring aghast at the door Your leaving had come with no backward glance Have you not left through this same door before Have I not stood in this same lonesome trance Soulless and brooding, our home stands undead See how it prickles my skin as though chilled An emptiness lingers here in your stead My leaden heart feels redundant and stilled One dozen photos will hearten me not For grey shall be my demeanour today My fires shall burn dull and nevermore hot Since one door closing saw you go away A key in the lock, is it truly you Next week, it’s settled, I’ll come shopping too