Reminiscing is all fun and games

Until memory lane is a real place

And there are things it could never tell you

Cause there are things you could never tell it

The graveyard you run from rises there

To greet you from all sides

And lo and behold the church spires stand

Still tall in the distance on memory lane

The doors you closed, bridges burned,

The brides left stranded… still standing

On memory lane.

It will never meet your gaze, nor you meet its

But with or without your approval when you visit

The pavement of the past stretches miles.

Ungroomed, unrefined, and lying in truth

Questions tumbling from the trees

Never let autumn bleed into winter

For they litter the street, undying each day

On memory lane.

“Woman preparing to cross city street with skyscrapers in background” by Molly Porter on Unsplash

Thanks so much for reading. If you liked this old piece I brought back, you’ll definitely enjoy my more recent works. Find some poetry here:

(I especially adore “Smiling”, if anyone was wondering.)

…BRD…

I write poetry, prose, and personal pieces. All images are mine unless indicated otherwise. Feel free to leave feedback on my work anytime; I hope you enjoy.

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