Memory Lane

by Kay Dugi about a year ago in surreal poetry

All That Is Left of Me

Memory Lane

Traversing the roads that wind and spin through my mind. Memories on both sides. One memory leads to the next. Turning corners at intersections of thoughts and reminders. Sometimes taking corners too fast and getting thrown off track then having to turn back around and find where I left off. How did I get here from there? I retrace my steps. Traversing farther into my own past. Visiting happy places and avoiding the places I’d rather not remember. I can never stay on one path. Memory Lane has too many detours ahead. I go from here to there and journey backward in time. Never knowing when I will be back again. I wonder if I should be mapping this out. Sometimes I’m not sure where I started this little tour, but I am here now. The trees and the wind and the smell of a memory. Reminding me of so many things. Sparking memories of days gone past and a longing to share them with others. So, my memories I decide I will share. I will write them all down for others to read. I will try my best to entertain. Until the day comes when my travels down Memory Lane are all that is left of me.

surreal poetry
Kay Dugi
Kay Dugi
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Kay Dugi
I am an artist, a mother, a wife, and a dreamer. I am myself. Fifty-ish. Opinionated. Self-taught in my medium, taught by others in life.
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