Flashback - Sunday Scribblings #235

Written for Sunday Scribblings prompt 235 - Flashback

Perhaps

the people

we once were

stalk our inner corridors

walking them like ghosts

holding on

to fragments of memory

and strains of music

that we

can no longer

hear

and perhaps

the nuances and scents

of times past

permeate

hidden inner corners

awaiting

the subtle moments

that trigger recollections

of things long gone

things

that maybe

we would much rather

forget

.

Also shared at the poetry pantry at poets united.