Where did I go?

What did I see?

there’s no name for this place

no way to return

the road just dead ends in a cul de sac

of regret and now who is that

approaching and leaving by the same door?

a lost glove, a misplaced hat

clues to nowhere and nothing

what lies under the decay is something only time will tell

in a voice of wind and rain and erosion.

Is anyone missing this hat?

somewhere, gloveless?