Leave

Life today, has applied for
A day’s leave tomorrow.
An old memory of yore
Is returning to visit after an age.
It might take a while to find her,
Says life,
Amidst the many arriving memories.
But soon as I find her, holding her hand
I’ll lead her to the ruins of that moment
Where she had last left me and left;
Hoping, for perhaps a few pauses
That ruin might once again flourish alive.