Poetic Embraces

Inside a Child's Memory

Sometimes I wander hallowed halls,
And see the scratches made in walls--
Not the sort of place to play--
In childhood's glorious lost days.

The screams are whispered in the air,
And campfire's heat gives way to despair--
A lonely place to call my own--
Until my lost cat comes home.

Still, tomorrow's page does turn,
And with it my heart does yearn--
The cold front finally moved through--
Memories once more speak of you.

Then I must return to today,
As in tomorrow I cannot stay--
Yesterday's wind has died down,
And turned my smile into a frown.

Your faint meow can be heard,
When I whisper that sacred word--
Once more today we shall meet--
And in my arms your soul to keep.