Reminiscing
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.
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…
