day after day, i search.
i serach with little hope for that lost memory.
the leafy bridge that leads me home.
the smell of cupcakes and coffee.
the scent of tea and breakfast.
the memories that linger...
All meaning,
all purpose,
a hole in the wall.
a feather in time.
a lady in waiting.
i walk with a keyboard behind me.
playing on black and white.
tormented by fragments of a dream.
a dream of that bridge.
the leafy bridge that leads me home.
but a voice cries out to me.