Memories ebb and flow
of stories that were told
Over 30 years ago
This house has never changed
Still full of ghosts and memories
just rearranged
I try to focus through the haze
Try to recognise the face
beyond the sadness and shaded lines
but the young are now the old
and the old have disappeared
Lost in time
The world outside the window
Grows silent for now
I try to listen
To the stories
these four walls can tell
On those long summer days
with not a care for anything
In overgrown, abandoned places where we'd play
Now those trucks no longer stand
On the station yard waste ground
and the trains will never run this way again
Because nothing stays the same
Even these memories will change
Nothing left ingrained
