Monday, July 12, 2010


There are places in my mind
I re-visit and never should
Then there are other places
I’d go back to if I could
But the memory is dimmed
By a misty shroud
Enveloped by time
In a hazy cloud

There are places I visit that
Are tender and dear
I go there once in a while
just to feel you near
Then there are places I avoid
For what is the use
Of returning to them....
I will remain a recluse

I sometimes visit the places
Where I hear the laughter
That rings in the corridors
Of my mind long after
The dance has ended
And our ways have parted
But I cannot
Remain broken-hearted

So I return
Surely there must be
A way to bring
Those days back to me
I return
Only to see
How far they have slipped
Away from me

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Janet Martin

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