Old Days. Poem by Peter Vealey

Back home,
If anywhere is home.
Looked at roads,
Walked down long, long ago.
With people and without.
Victories and defeats.
Looking for a kindred spirit
Or old friend.
Back here,
Old scenarios or ghostly
Ludicrous lost plays.
Decisions not made, lingering
How that
Always turns milk sour.
Back home.
Is the warmth
Here.
Anymore or
Was it ever there?
Long time gone,
Long time never.
Looking for something gone
Wondering
Is that place the same.
Change!
Change.
Always it has to be.
The refusal goes against
The grain of life.