Coming Back

They keep coming back.
I don't ask
and yet here they are.
Where were they
when I was there?
As I recall
they chose not to care.

Walks down memory lane
relive the happiness
not the pain.
But don't fall for
the pretty path,
The road not taken
is the one that lasts.

They keep coming back.
did I leave a beacon on?
Once you're gone
that's where you belong.
A door was closed
but a window's been opened.
The road not taken
Is the one I have chosen.