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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]