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.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments2
Oh this is lovely, it is haunting and nostalgic. It has such a feel to it that has no word a longing and a sadness. If I were to go to another language I would say Saudade fits best. A word that has no direct translation. But it seems to fit better than any other. A definite fave
very kind of you, thanks
Great write. We all can empathize with familiar memories like this. I really liked this piece. Thanks.
thanking you
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