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Type: Rondel

 

As I walk the doorways of our home
Transfixed by memories of our lives –
Emptiness slashed by jagged knives –
I feel your current like an ohm.

Upstairs and downstairs I roam
As if searching archives,
As I walk the doorways of our home
Transfixed by memories of our lives –

Mostly I walk dimly in the gloam
Looking for any of you that survives
The old you which thrives –
Reading our life’s tome
As I walk the doorways of our home.