Silence permeates this house,

Except for the hypnotic ticking of the clock

Nostalgically my mind meanders

But all too soon,

I reach a T-junction called “memory lane”

And although silent,

the memories of bygone years flood back.

Recalling a far happier time,

of a joyful place,

one I then called home.

My eyes burn, and my vision blurs

but I keep myself in check,

not allowing the tears to stream.

So much has changed,

The years have melded into each other.

Uncannily unseen.

And I bear the consequences

Of my unwise choices!

©Elga~Indigo

28^th September 2021

03H33am