There are many things we feel

When loved ones do use steel

Doors to keep us away & apart

When past in times was heart



Which leapt at the sight of name

That made us feel bright once again

And we hurriedly opened our own door

For we'd wanted to give her the floor



But that was then, and this is now

And twists and turns have been slow

But now they've evolved into scenes

Which cause us to shudder at seams



And the wonder we had shared in past

Was now buried under cracked glass

From which reflects our torn visage

With tears dampening everything 

               which was pillaged ...



- Tristram