Where Do They Go? ©©

Where do they go?
The people, the ones I used to know.
One minute they are there.
The next they are no where

The little girl with the pigtail
The little boy whose father was in jail
Once they were small
Then they grew tall

The drunk in the park
The hooker in the dark
Both now gone, those two
Replaced by someone new until they are done to

Like the seasons that pass by my window
The faces of the past wash past into tomorrow
Lost or gone but not forgotten
They live here in my thoughts but not as a burden

I search the parks and the corners
Places were dreams once lived filled with wonders
Now they are dark and lonely, homes for those who are lost
Until winter or an early frost

Walker