Depots

When darkness falls,
Solitude enshrouds my little abode,
YoU brim out of
my heart.

Dredging it all up, i stay mused---
bemusingly.

The pretences of the past,
hunts me in and within.

Scouring over the cupboard,
I recollect
those photo albums,
folded letters,
and dried flowers
Buried within me, somewhere , I could never reach…