Lost Spring Home

Pebble dash walls, lined with cold black gutters.

Blue slate floors clash with red brick walls.

Bees hum around the rosemary, basil and chives whilst plant pots sit guarding in all different shapes and size.

Spring brings the sun but the wind never dies.

Daffodils will bloom, first to be, first to fall.

I do know this place, spent many years becoming but a thousand memories of childhood fun have been forgotten.

I know this house, every crack and hiding place, it has seen life, it has seen pain.

It was once my home, now it's home away from home, whilst I grow old, it grows older.

Once my home now lost to the future.