I walked the street, listened
sounds of children playing,
a toddler crying,
my dog running in appearance abandoned.
I wonder about going back,
the reparable revisit
same melody yet aged now is it,
the sort of desire we today seem to lack.
A society where everyone seemed in sync
with finding truth without desire
to acknowledge the pain we inspire
when lost in fear in rest upon the brink.
I’d like to know of course,
haven’t ever imagined an answer
one that would clarify for me a matter
of recalling memory for removed by force.
This will certainly remain a simple draft,
for somewhere beyond I be called assuredly daft.