The Hall

~ Alex the Pensmith

By Alex MacGregor

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Nothing has changed.

Polished wood, radiator guards.
Chairs stacked in two.
Windows peeling with white paint.

Nothing has changed.

Pyrex mugs, a giant urn.
Coffee, tea.
Custard creams and bourbons.

Nothing has changed.

The distant echoes.
Squeaking footsteps, joyful laughter.
Not knowing where we were going.

Nothing has changed.

Clinging evermore to a memory.
Untouched by the passing of time.
As I still see it.

Nothing has changed.

Poem © 2016 Alex MacGregor Ltd. All rights reserved.

Published by Alex the Pensmith

Thirtysomething. Essex born and bred. Son. Uncle. Dreamer. Writer and blogger. Pop music, books, VW campers and comedy. Fanboy of many things. Makes an excellent cup of tea. Likes bacon.

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