Visiting Old Haunts
I these wander the streets of an old familiar city,
chasing down memories and faces from the past,
everything’s changed, for the worse thats the pity
I am fascinated, but I know that this won’t last.
See a half forgotten face among a crowd of people,
but I know in reality, it’s no one I could know at all,
I look across the sky, from the clock, to the steeple,
but my memories like ghosts, make a teardrop fall.
see a place,
see a person,
see a building,
drab and cold.
Another time,
another version,
all so dirty,
and so old.
Your a face,
among a crowd,
but your gone,
and I’m alone.
Call your name,
no not out loud,
time to leave,
I’m going home.
bkewl.
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