We may not go back and start over
No matter how deeply we mourn
For the world we would find
On our journey's return
Would not be the one whence we're borne.
I was just passing through my childhood hometown
And noticed the old school was razed to the ground.
The path I had trod from my home to its doors
Was paved over
and not there anymore.
Nostalgic, I followed the now missing path
In hopes it would take me someplace in my past.
A place where the sky rang with laughter and shouts
And we chased one another in mystical bouts.
Bouts of wonder and fancy, of Kings and their pawns
But the path to that moment was paved over and gone.
And there in its place were realities pains.
The sum of existence in losses and gains.
And the anguish rose up in my throat in a rush
As my sum was the balance of dreams that were crushed.
I stood on that path now paved over and gone
And my tears stained its paint as I wrote down this poem.