The sweet aromas emulating
in the kitchen no longer
stir my cravings.
A simple egg does
not suffice and
the stuffing seems to never
be the same.

To walk to the other
side of the complex
following one foot
at a time, not realizing
I am in front of your
oncd been door.

A chilling sensation runs
through numerous veins
where the History
flows, continuing on
to re-enter into me.

           When will there be
                        A day to return
                        A day once again
                        A day for you here, now.