Here lies,

a life time,

an age withered,

in wait, in longing

Beneath the cracks and wilting hues,

emerges again a bygone bloom,

Echoes run amock,

of words that chose to linger on

The corridors with memories embedded,

line up in reluctant ovation

A window pane,

hazy and corroded

Stands out from grim and gloom

An image plays, in a random loop

A reminder perhaps of familiar pain

Here lie my happy days,

Here dwells,my darling, you...