A few kind words

Today I felt sad
I was playing music and remembering the young times
The times as a child
Sitting in the back seat with my brother and sister
The music playing loudly
Knowing the words
It was his music
His songs
He was letting us into his teenage/early adulthood life
He was making us understand
The lyrics were blazed but the songs meant unity
We would look forward to hearing more
First it was queen, it was the eels, it was nick Drake, twin peaks, and the French man whose name has left me

Any night since I am snapped straight back
Those few starting notes throw me
I am a child again
The songs are singing loud in my head
I can never forget and honestly I never want to

My parents have always been wrapped up in music,
Bowie, REM, Gabrielle, Abba etc etc
Just moments and stop gaps and memories

This morning a song was played
It was both Bowie and Queen
Mum and Dad
It felt different today
It made me feel happy but sad
I was scared for what will be, one day
I had realised finally that I was no longer a child
I was no longer young
I am an adult
But I will always remember dance lessons and holidays and panto at Christmas
Of singing the words and making up dances
Of being the middle child of three
In the back seat of a family sized car
Going somewhere
With a family who have been there through everything
Irreplaceable
World class people
Who I love dearly
And eternally

Abandoned

What is left in the abandoned
What can you see
From the walls rotting
To the windows broken
What is left in the abandoned
What did it used to be
Such a beautiful building
Full of warmth, smiles and delight
Now it is a shell of its former self
Now it has no sign
Now its just a what was
Now its not even a thing

No one takes much notice
Driving passed its shell
No one ponders what it was
It's just stood tall looking worn
It needs to be renovated
It needs to be pulled down
It needs to disappear
And stop being such an eye sore
The attachment is no more
The people who knew it have left
The memories that lingered have died
The smell of the offices has gone
It's just damp, rotten and empty
No conversation can be heard anymore
No life has been seen inside
No one can turn the clock back
The lunch breaks with people has deafened us
The environment and atmosphere is white noise
Nothing can be remembered
The building stands waiting
Waiting for its future
Waiting for its fate
Years go by
The windows are broken
The walls are ruined
Eventually it's ending will appear
The council will arrive
Bulldozer in tow
It will be ripped down
Dragged with force against its might
The bricks will crumble and fall from such height
It will be a broken mess
A pile of rubble and has been
Nothing more than a mess
A large mass of mess
That once was full of life
Full of vibrancy
Now nothing more than grey nothings