Being alone provokes a thought or two or three. But crowded places give
birth to rapid fire thinking that calls or seclusion.

Being alone provokes a thought or two or three. But crowded places give
birth to rapid fire thinking that calls or seclusion.
A memory,
A thought,
In the foreground of your mind,
It sits awhile and lingers
In the glow before your eye.
Moments tease,
Others please,
In the foreground of your mind,
They sit awhile and linger
But your memories said goodbye.
You’re older,
You languish,
In the background of your mind,
You sit awhile and linger
To await a past that died.