The first time
It felt like the first time Walking through those doors And I was surrounded by familiar things Yet the memory was not even close. The flashbacks of those moments Storming in my mind But it wasn’t the same as before Because I was the one lacking behind. The smell, the touch, the feeling remained constant As if calling my name, pushing me forward But I was frozen because everything Was a reminder of the past, and I was a coward. Yet, I believed that time would change A concept that I kept safe in the heart And I was ready to face the new story That I’m sure these walls kept carved I slowly walk through the structure that stands And keep subject of the things I find And all those which didn’t remain Were somethings I also missed the first time.