In The Gone  

Brickwork
it flashes in my mind
the odd word
memories are unkind
the smell of earth
from a prior time
an empty church
my thoughts are but a shrine .

I think back
on all the gone days
it's like a smack
or cuts felt from a blade .

The when and was
happened in the gone
the now I live
is where I look from
and I never win
because I never won
all the things I did
became what I become .