Have I become a memory
Does the person that I used to be
Frolic through a field of recollection
Or do I laze about in halls of shadow
So far away from your today
That you just don’t know what to say
To the stranger on your doorstep
Posted on May 2, 2016, in Kay Salady Poetry, poetry, the poetry of kay salady, Uncategorized and tagged dumbfounded, memory, old me, on the outside looking in, recollection, relationships, stranger, today, used to be. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.