Footfalls on
The dusty boards
In dereliction
Cobwebs hang
Each room a
Dying fantasy
Peeling paper
Voices sang.
A whisper that
Never echoes
Caught in a dream
That never finds
A longing
In reality
Like trees
We never climbed.
The lost coin
That we find
In an old coat
Locked away
The school friend
We remember
Whose name
Has slipped away.