I watched <br /> <br />shell shocked <br />as the photographs <br /> <br />of you <br />& I <br /> <br />become torn <br />scraps <br /> <br />scattered over your frock <br /> <br />like shelled peas <br />lying on your lap <br /> <br />images <br />of us <br /> <br />captured by the sun <br />return <br /> <br />to little bits <br />of nothing <br /> <br />(tears hide in my eyes <br />without falling) . <br /> <br />You stand <br />now the deed is done <br /> <br />like some <br />mythical Greek woman <br /> <br />brush the broken <br />bits of us <br /> <br />from you <br />scattered like confetti. <br /> <br />Your hand turns <br />the shiny doorknob <br /> <br />holding you <br />in reflection.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-the-banging-of-the-door/
