To the place where my heart used to roam
Still only a split second away in sound by phone
But really many miles of rock and loam
I remember this place that used to be
Preserved in my heart for eternity
(Or as long as that happens to be for me)
This collection of places and face
and fond memories and embraces
And I miss it, dearly
That feeling does not change
But slowly I come to recall
That time will have its wicked way with all
Maybe roads are repaved
Fountains and benches not saved
Maybe these feeling that I craved
Can be found afresh once more
Without travelling far - just out my door
To realise this is a place I will soon long for
Next to my old home, this new home is also in my core
No comments:
Post a Comment