Tag Archives: doors

Aug3

Old Streets

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Came back to these old streets,

The path feels so natural beneath my feet.

Broken doorways,

They whisper my name.

They know me from before.

Now condemned;

Boarded windows

And graffiti walls.

No going back to

How it was.

Boards creak and walls speak.

They tell me,

“Move on little girl.

We loved you then,

We love you still.

Best be moving on.

Move along.

The ghosts who called you back

Be long gone.

There only remains residual

Energy of things turned to ash

Blowing now

In the wind.

Head East, or North

South or West.

It is best you move along.”

Oct20

Apparition

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You must have been an

Apparition.

A made up someone in my

Imagination.

For I wandered these stone stairwells

And

I roamed through

Winters withering garden

Following your song.

I knew I should find shelter,

Somewhere to warm my core.

But once outside I could return

Inside no more

For

I was met with barred windows and

Locked doors.

 I found you in the courtyard.

I tried to reach you.

Touch you.

You vanished as I approached.

My fingers now cold and frozen,

I,

Left dreaming in the fog with ghosts and snowflakes.

And I remained alone

As I was all

Along.

I must have mistaken the

Wind howling through

Windows and doors,

Through

      Winters garden

                                For your song.

Jul24

Cracked Windows

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I try to see out these windows.
These hazy
Cracked widows.
And my heart leaps
As my eyes catch a glimpse
Of what I think is you.
I sit here and wait
With a heart full of hope.
Sometimes I wander these
Old creaky floors
Opening windows and doors.

Filling this house with fresh air,
Clearing the cobwebs in the corners.

Dreaming and daring.

Anticipating your return.

Imaging you standing there looking at me

Through the hazy,

Cracked

Windows.