What a strange sadness.
I came back to what had been my home,
And a stranger held the door.
I said who I was
and I was shown in
tolerated for a time, but not welcome.
What a strange sadness;
These things I knew so well,
whose love I'd like to share.
What grief can be added
That I already didn't feel?
Oh.
Technically, this is a Driving Poem, not a Walking Poem. I was driving, and then pulled over to the side of the road to capture it. It's also, technically, a hybrid, as it has been edited. But it has the essential quality of a poem written in motion, and for this particular poem, that is important. Also important is that little bit of concluding slapstick]