These streets have changed
Still there but gone

Remembered but forgotten

I walk the same streets as I have for many years now
But my childhood is gone, and with it the streets are gone

It is a comforting agony in walking these streets, past the old playground, over the happy creep, through the grassy fields, and into the schoolyard where I played in my youth

Perhaps it\'s time to go to the end of the street and let go