Peering through the glassless window I feel the things that used to be. With open arms I welcome
the images that come to me. No longer able to impress, dereliction hides the truth. Still, I briefly repossess, the spirit of my youth.
I climb inside, nostalgia waits, fills me with regrets I kill. I’m happy now I reason but I feel its presence still. If only I’d have seen me now, as now I see me there. That was now, this is then,
memories everywhere.
© Andy(ArT)Trigg 2000
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