Memory Lane
Now that I’m old; I do less walking;
sometimes, I require a cane;
embarrassed with bystanders gawking;
as I walk down memory lane.
Memory lane is a venue of the mind;
it never requires legs or feet;
a dream state; leaving today behind;
where all my yesterdays meet.
I walk in stores; strictly in my mind;
feeling love’s presence, beside me;
all my thoughts; leaving today behind;
with the love of my life, to guide me.
We no longer physically live together;
we’re only bonded in the mind;
thoughts once promised we’d live forever;
but her death left me behind.
I walked the house; we once called home;
I was a mist; a cloud in the air;
she’s now a ghost; who left me alone;
with no love left to share.
The house was empty; its owners, not there;
my mind saw it; as it used to be;
the ghosts of our pets, where happy to share;
apparently happy to see me.
Suddenly I saw flickers of a distant light;
yesterday was erased by today;
my dream; a phantom of an endless night;
memories are not meant to stay.
Yesterday’s thoughts; became today;
my dream; melancholy and arcane;
we were only the ghosts of yesterday;
in my walk down memory lane.
Monty 12.7.25. # 3,096