Going Back

I walk the one way street
narrow and confined
you want me to turn,
go back and visit
alleys
I left behind...
how can I?

what we once built
with sweat, passion
and love
is now
a nest for
homing pigeons
- vagabonds have moved on...

am I afraid of the past?
or scared of history?
scarred maybe,
from time gone by?
no.
I survive
in the moment
as it passes
caressing my palms
I do not want to hold back
what has gone already...

There is joy
in unknown
mystery in undiscovered...
there are new paths to tread
up, ahead,
narrow and confined,
they may be...
but exhilarating, nonetheless,
and you want me
to go back, and visit
alleys
I left behind....
how can I?
Why should I?