places

place I used to be

when I was on the threshold of youth

that oak tree

where a three legged dog slept at night

on the edge of the lake

holding hands with a boy

I kissed in the dark nights

the dog is gone

boy is gone

I go there to find palpable emptiness

see you standing in the shadows

your arms reaching out for me

"you bring newness to this place of forgotten era"