"Return of the Travelling Funfair"

Nothing much, then

Just some abstract link

In my mind

With a passing funfair here

One that returned recently

How could you understand

I don’t expect it

And yes, I feel rejected

I understand

That abstract can never compete

With tangible

Shared memories

But maybe to me

It’s everything

That time – this time –

Anniversaries, like a carousel

Of dreams, that expired

And pass by, unnoticed

But not by me