THE CHARM

 

To return home

And see not loved ones

Is same as being ghosted 

by creaking doors

and hounded by longings

That remind you 

Of foiled hide and seek

In the days of  yore 

Or the shades 

That are long gone

Safe for the phantoms of the trees

Relived only by their stumps 

And your childhood friends 

Now strangers 

The grave of those who should 

Have welcomed you

Covered by dry leaves 

Trees that made them boulevard - gone

The roads having lost their energy

Seem to droop

Like a sunflower in the dark 

Quainty is lost

Longings choke us

We are home 

But now seek the one 

That once was

While we tend 

To the bruises 

our memories impinge

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