Little Old Town

It was a place he knew all his life.
He just couldn’t let it go. Every night
he wandered the streets reminiscing.
Toward the end of the night he would
finish his walk by stopping where he used
to live. He could see his wife and children
in the window. He wanted to cry the tears
just wouldn’t come out. Sometimes you can
see him sitting outside his house under the
big oak tree peering in the window. He never
approached the house though. The bluish
haze that surround him is soothing. By the light
of day he is gone.