~
I go back there
as often as I can
to walk the lanes,
rub my palms on
the smooth stone
walls in the hope
of waking up
another memory,
if my luck holds up
I just might catch
a fleeting glimpse
of the boy I was,
haring by on a bike,
I may shed a tear
and let it fall amongst
those special places,
as if to leave
my own trace there
