Memory Lane...

Take a trip down memory lane.
As it unravles in your brain.
Again and again.
And you strain.
To remember.
Days in September.
When it rained.
And you played.
And you stayed.
Out for hours.
And the friends you made.
Now just names.
With no faces.
Along with the places.
Empty spaces.
Where the dust settles.
Covered in rusty nettles.
And wind whistles like a kettle's.
Through forgoten rooms.
New rotten tombs.
Where an old memory blooms.
For the first time in years.
And the tears.
Come quick.
Because then you were happy, now you're just sick.
To your stomach.
So you rumage.
To find something less painful.
More playful.
Times you were greatful.
Great fun.
In the sun.
Where you run.
On a beach.
To the sea.
That you see.
In the dreams.
When it's streamed.
From your happy memories.
Or camping under trees.
And you think "Please,
do not wake me from these."
But memory lane gets longer.
So it gets hard to ponder.
On things that were.
They all become a blur.
That's the biggest pain.
You get from memory lane.
-Harry