Different Stroll

I returned today. It’s not quite as I remembered. Some things are still the same. Other things have vanished. Places that I used to know are stumps of concrete drowning in shrubs.

I returned today. I saw a few people. I had to seek out those I remembered. Once, I saw familiar faces everywhere. Time marches on and so do people. Even the court was empty.

I returned today. Where I used to reside the paint is worn, white bathroom tiles faded to a yellow that gleams through broken window panes and burglar proofing spotted with mould. Outside the fence, traffic was at a standstill.