The Spike or Victoria University College Review 1945
Here is the door, and I must turn and go in.
I left her some while back—no farewell,
Only a quiet word, and till the next time—
And came on home, reviewing our evening.
Turn and go in, while she too perhaps
Turns over softly in bed. Straightway sleeping;
After she had gone, and I so seemingly uninterrupted.
Though may there have been one acknowledging review,
After the breakage, the new road for me to the door
The return to each similar tomorrow,
The same, but new in a constant breakage,
A dull sense of our broken road. home?