That’s all I see around me.
The places I used to go.
The person I used to be.
I wander, as a stranger in my own land, letting each recollection guide me to a better place,
To where childhood dreams were full of wonder;
a time when everything was possible.
Instead, what remains is the raw emotion of the moments I spent in these streets,
the fear and anxiety of what came to pass unwillingly and unkindly,
The energy lost to the entropy of life.
Someday I may be able to look back in love,
not in anger,
for the twists and turns of fate are still uncertain.
Until then, I will linger in awkward silence,
in the unnerving pain of what once was and may never be again.
Lost in thoughts of you…