Memories

 

 Evenings are full of reveries

It makes me to hear the voices of time.

I recall many things, especially those not said

Sometimes wishing, I had another chance.

Cruel as time could be they are of no use anymore

There is emptiness to the places we once gathered.

Our absence haunts as much presence.

It makes one to wonder, what it was like

Nothing comes alive until we imprint them with our consciousness

We wish we could have a go once more

 But places we once were,

Keep making us ghosts of memories

Photo credit: Phil Koch.