Buh4Bee
09-30-2012, 12:28 AM
Reminiscent Stroll
Lonely tonight,
I visit a few
of youth's
old haunts.
The scent of Parliament butts,
pinky laundry,
and worn-out sneakers,
represent a tender time.
The open door
of the old place,
beckoning me towards
drunken roars and Billy Joel.
The hill during first daylight,
after exam completion,
I lit and hit it.
Nostalgic,
I turn away,
and feel a sorrow
deeper than expected.
Returning,
I briefly shutter
from the creaking wind,
as the cold of fall
beginnings to
weave her rainbow
into my own worn fabric.
Lonely tonight,
I visit a few
of youth's
old haunts.
The scent of Parliament butts,
pinky laundry,
and worn-out sneakers,
represent a tender time.
The open door
of the old place,
beckoning me towards
drunken roars and Billy Joel.
The hill during first daylight,
after exam completion,
I lit and hit it.
Nostalgic,
I turn away,
and feel a sorrow
deeper than expected.
Returning,
I briefly shutter
from the creaking wind,
as the cold of fall
beginnings to
weave her rainbow
into my own worn fabric.