Not long ago, I was walking through this street,
Very quite and lonely,that I could hear my feet.
Astonished me, moved down as I embrace the serene,
Though, each step ahead thinking of how I used to grin.
Watching those houses as I moved and my shadow follows,
Assuming the stories behind every gate, as my thoughts allow.
Involuntarily hoping for the lingering fragrances but in vain ,
As a stranger it may seem my own footprints, leaving me in pain.
Better take a turn to avoid destination I thought,
But not the emotions " At home " these walls Brought.
And it's all about the journey where the actual stories get caught.
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Lingering emotions
Poetrypoetry, describing the experience of facing past relations with long lasting familiarity but unwelcomed.
