Trail of Memories

Trail Of Memories

I’ve left a trail of memories,

strewn across the ground.

Each piece a spark of recognition,

a bread crumb to be found.


Each fragment woven with imagery,

of smell of touch of sound.

Each instance full of life and hope,

just scattered on the ground.


I walk down streets and enter doors,

which peak my memory.

They are familiar but not the same,

the differences are clear to me.


I’ve left a trail of memories,

I’ve planted in the dirt,

and when I followed back that trail,

great trees had grown from hurt.


©Adam Lucy 2017