Gone

For Laurie Hill
who suggested I write this.

Gone:
are the effervescent curves
of buildings that served
as lover's dreaming posts
in generation passed by.

Gone:
in the march of progress,
the landmarks of our youth
disappearing under bulldozers
and an expanding population growth.

Gone:
is all the heritage
that we grew up with
during our youthful summer
that was vacant with tears.

Gone:
like our youth
disappearing into nostalgia
with all the things we loved
only leaving stains in our memories.

3 April 2012

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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