I love all the places
forgotten, where
the crevices reveal
an ancient truth in
between
the cob webbed lined
artifacts of time past
and time present
melting together
as one

I love all the places
forgotten
where the souls
haunt the dimly
lit hallways of the
dive bar with vermillion
booths, and sacred
gold mirrors on Sunset
and vine

I love all the people
forgotten whom
held a dream
& lost it in
the evading daydream
with stories to tell
of time past
and time present
merging as one

I love all the places
and people forgotten
for so am I
from time to time