Hallway

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 Cool sanded wood greets my worn feet

walls stretching infinitely before me

here the morning light always dances through crystal panes

the trains rumble in the distance

birds now just beginning their serenade for the dew

a time before any thought fully forms

when peace is simply the only thing present


the air just cold enough to get my skin to prickle

my hair hangs just so 

over my shoulders

just brushing the small of my back

I'm happy

comfortable in my own skin


maybe its raining 

maybe there isn't a cloud to be seen

it never really has mattered

time does not ever cross the emptiness of my thoughts

just feeling


feeling joy

never too loud

but just enough to warm my chest 

and keep me content


frames grace the pale walls

carefully arranged 

each holding their own place in time

throughout the years


snapshots of the memories I can't forget 

things lost to my spirals into the decades

each frame my fingers brush 

floods my senses 


moments that make me want to push through the glass

force myself through layers of ink

and end up back there 

living it

instead of just finding it here

reflecting back at me 


nowadays I find myself walking further 

and further

down this hallway

walking myself back

only to find myself gazing at just a photograph

envious that I am trapped in the present

while versions of myself get to be happy in the past


each day that passes

I'm further away

the walls increasingly more blank

as there is nothing worth remembering

instead I'm trapped

walking further and further back 

just to reminisce 

of the glimpses of us


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