After Years

It's been years since the chase The blind following of the shadows The wish to see the dark side of the moon It's been flowering Alive Fanning the embers every time it fazed I saw it ballooning in proportion to the city The known merged into the unknown Where I walked on youthful steps There new roads emerged for only wheels The lanes went, the groves went The shelters went What was left was a lingering ache The ache of not crossing The bridges We kept drifting away Slowly Like the branches twisting away From the center Unseen. Nosheen