Interrupted Solace on a Winter's Evening

Interrupted Solace in a Winter's Evening Every once and awhile I like to be alone I burrow in the confines of my memory And dart from conversations like a fish from glass In a strike of unluck I find myself caught; Hook punctured my mind's eye socket and Reeled me in. Succumbing to my fate, I revert - Thursdays become Wednesdays and on they go Dust of yesterday’s mourning fall and blanket Themselves on my old, wooden shelves – I may run A damp rag along the surface to clear the Sometimes overwhelming picture-framed thoughts: I'll chase my retired childhood while relapses Of your voice thunderously echo and erupt inside Until Time becomes self-evident And I grip it like the Velcro on your old shoes Trying to stealth my way forward and return To the present – but I'm confined in This blurred memory - As Slinkys jump from stairs, memories Blend together - overlapping.