Where Old Memories Live
I find myself
In the middle of nowhere
And I don't see signs
Of anything familiar,
Yet I take turns
As if I'm going somewhere,
I meet new people
Strangers who welcome me
And I confide in them,
Unwilling to remember
My reason for being there,
But then I recall
Not charting a destination
For I had none,
No special place I had to be
Except to escape from there
Where old memories live.
December 17, 2017
Placed 5th in December premiere contest by Brian Strand
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