The Old Building

I passed by you the other day

You still stood there as before

Smiling , cajoling me about a “conversation".

that could have but never happened.

 

Your bright red bricks & rusty pipes

Have so many moments trapped in them.

Like turning the pages of a book

You cannot read them nor put them down.

 

A beautiful young girls impatient eyes

Trying to find the meaning of love

Losing her heart, finding it & losing it again.

A much married man’s confusion where his heart belongs.

 

Dear old building, you were not warm this winter.

All they asked for were few moments with each other.

A quiet place on a December afternoon.

You were not gracious enough.

 

The man had picked the most beautiful flowers

Packed the demons of confusion in a tight box.

The girl had something more important that day.

The demons got free and trashed the flowers.

 

Dear old building, they left something valuable with you.

Desire and selfless affection for each other.

Thousands of heart-beats

Quiet words that were never said

 

When you do find it 

Hold it close to you

And give it to the next confused duo

Wearing their heart on their sleeves.

◄ The Few Regrets of this Beautiful Life

I will meet you yet again ►

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Martin Elder

Sun 24th Mar 2019 09:28

I am glad that I am not the only one to foster such sentiments for old buildings. It is so sad when they are abandoned or worse still pulled down. this is a wonderful recording of the love of buildings. I like the way you have addressed the building as if writing a letter.
Nice one

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