The Memory Shop

The clock ticks but the time doesn’t pass,

I shoot a glance at the hourglass.

The sand in it trickles and I see it drop

And soon am locked in a memory shop.

On the blank canvas at the entrance I see,

Some memories yet to be.

“Walk Inside” the directions read,

More canvases led my way ahead.

Paintings of moments were shining with love,

A stroke of happiness double coated with madness above.

I entered a room which was bustling with noise,

I felt as if I heard a familiar voice.

It echoed in the alley, the floor

The kitchen, lobby and the store.

I searched around, I looked on

But before I knew it was gone.

Suddenly the echo stopped, the bustle dead,

The room fell all silent instead.

No alley, kitchen or store

Then stirred with that roar.

I moved on and the path turned left

It felt like some time’s theft.

A memory was lost or was I too slow?

Did moments fly or was I lost in some flow?

Too late it must have been

I couldn’t afford to wait or lean.

And so I moved on again and walked

Still in that memory’s lock.

Ahead was an isolated room

Whose air I recognized was that of gloom

Tears rained, emotions in there whirled

Darkness spread and grief twirled.

I wondered why it should feel this way,

I wondered why the sadness in this stays.

Amidst the sorrow and the pain,

The feeling of solitude sustained.

I turned, spun and glanced around,

And that was when I probably found,

Opposite the wall I could read as “home”

There was a girl who stood all alone.