Faded memories and fading neighborhoods; every tree and leaf
appears to never have moved.
People changing yet staying the same; immobile yet moving
forward into their unknown requiem.
Every step brings back a memory; every road and rustling
wind reminds me of my distant past.
How can this body have aged yet this neighborhood seems to
eternally hold on for dear life?
The roads are renewed and paved; the cracks shifted as
the weather pounds them into shape.
Like the memories that are paved over with new ones, sometimes
enriched and other times a new block fitting into the same round hole.
Yet I long to come back here…breathe the unique air…drive
the streets that lead me to that old house.
When I go I take a piece of it with me to the big city.
But, like a mesmerized zombie, the old town eventually draws
me back to face my former realities.
The new and old compete for my attention, yet they both
win
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