Hand Luggage

Walk in silence through the old house
Once familiar, yet so much has changed
Evidence of the lives of strangers
As if my memory’s been re-arranged

A living, breathing apparition
Detect my presence in this place
Each room holds its own secrets
That time can never mask or erase

A brand-new start in a new location
Some things are better, better left behind
But fear of failure always travels with me
In the hand luggage of my mind

Bring on the demolition, tear it down
Raze this building to the ground
But I’ve seen scorched earth before
Will it heal this time around?

© 2015 Bruford Low