As time goes by,
I return to the places it can’t,
Where life was a facet,
Of many,
And which still exist there,
On these pathways,
To places in denial,
Of a future imperfect,
Trapped in scenes that change,
Yet to me, the same,
For as I look back once again,
I find that I still have not left,
And most terribly;
May never.
