Figments, Dreams, Or Memories

It's of the passage of time and changes

Ya’ know

It seems I’ve been here before

Else how could I know

How many steps up… to the door?

Just which plank would squeak

Beneath my feet…The porch swing

That hangs there no more

The bell push dark tarnished

The door stripped of varnish

Seems I’ve crossed this threshold before

E’en the doves that sob softly

In the trees…seem to me

Fairly familiar…  and what’s more

The shutters aslant at a perilous cant

By sides of window sash

That  hold glass…no more

Have I trod away on the sod 

That cuddles this house

Looked back and bade it nevermore?

My memory is confused 

and time has abused it

So I truly can’t be sure…anymore

Back down the stoop

My shoulders adroop

One last look o’er my shoulder,,,no more!

Ya’ know it no longer matters

That both my memory and 

The house are in tatters

But so it surely seems…

It could not have been in my dreams?

No! I’m quite sure that I’ve been here

…before…

Author's Note

It's not rhyme or free verse. It's kind of freerhyverse