I walk at evening all alone
Remembering days and years long gone
And the shapes of darkness brush my soul
Like pages from an open scroll.
In memory, then, I return
Foraging hungrily to discern
Elusive sensations once so real
Which now escape my need to feel.
A misty light plays hide-and seek
Criss-crossing my path in soft mystique
Like blurred images the past, long gone
Whispers softly ‘not alone.’