Doorways Poem by Gordon R Menzies

Sometimes, looking back
I see the endless doorways
that led away from you
and I imagine passing back
finding you there, the same
I want to bloody my hands
tearing down the framing
smashing through the doors
hunting for my Old Love, but
I know inside you're gone
that you've passed through
endless doorways of your own
that the You I'd find I wouldn't
even begin to see as my own
So I hold my face in my hands
considering the things that drew me
and even this I can't recognize
tear-streaked and withering, and
I curse these thresholds crossed