Since Then's Death

    


Sometimes I'd like to go back
my mind allows , accepts that
I walk down dusty tracks
holding hands in the past .


Olden scent hasn't blown
since then's death
when it went unknown
that it would regress ,from the now tomorrow
where at its best the next gets , borrowed .


I fight , for some silence
just to have some right
to remember us
where we used to guide
tiny footsteps once  
a midst the cries of each child
now grown

it still hurts , when I'm alone