When In The Dark You Stopped At The Back Door Poem by Gert Strydom

When in the dark
you stopped at the back door,
you were already
a day late.

In your eyes
I am suddenly a stranger
and it’s an unknown thing,
to see indifference there
as if I am not handsome
and do nothing to your heart.

A mirror could have told
me the same
and have shown tired red eyes
(from crying)
and that deep frowns
running along my forehead

and then I wondered
what do you want
as I am already packing
and there are boxes
standing everywhere

and maybe now
it’s just meaningless
that I tried to make
my life around you,

but I know
that the journey ahead
are almost without end
when you walk into the house

and I do not have words
to say to you
and I wonder
what did I hope for?