• Living Memories

    by Moheli A.K. Renae

    Walking among
    The broken dreams
    Of the used-to-be
    I feel a sense of apathy
    The hopelessness of everything
    In this broken down building
    Of a perfect example of
    A used-to-be life

    Its mellow colors of blue and yellow
    Its loud architecture that screams for
    Attention
    Its carefully carved design
    That cradles the love
    Of its crafters
    And its worn floorboards
    That entail a once upon a time
    Wonderful place

    I wonder
    What kind of memories
    Does
    This Building
    Hold?

    Paper that skews the dusty floor
    Smothers the memories of many
    People who walked there,
    Talked there,
    Started new lives there,
    People who left their doubts behind
    To start anew

    And I can't help but to speculate
    To wonder
    What became of those people
    What they did with their
    Lives
    Did they accomplish their dreams?
    Were they sad?
    Were they happy?

    Dispite their inevitable tribulations
    I can be sure
    That they
    Were happy
    at times
    And at times
    They were sad

    But I know I can look aroud this
    Building
    With fondness
    And aspire to be
    Just like the people
    Here before me

    Because
    They lived
    And,
    Like this Building
    They

    Live on.