You Can'T Go Back

You can’t go back. Although they seem so real those achy ambulations along the backstreets of my mind. Time has tinged the brightness, shaded the darkness, edged my senses with tension, raised perception’s heartbeat. Sounds drift across tingling hairs chill greets a passing stranger children dart beneath dimming streetlights church bells haunting the silence. A soft golden yellow teases the windows vague shadows behind drawn curtains hard tears forming in visitors eyes. He can’t go back…..nor does he want to. ©9/24/2019 In the backstreets of my mind Poetry Contest sponsor Silent One