The Weathered Tome

they're coming round again.
i've returned and they've been waiting.
their aged offerings received and returned, passed through wet eyes.
i tremble as i feel them rolling in for,
my sins, the old ghosts know. so chilling as
i feel them mourn within my soul.
as the mourning grows. unfold before me.
turn back the page again.
twenty-four hours spent wishing that the day was never ending.
shadows of glory shading my heart again.
recall the summer when i left my heart to cool beneath the shadows.
i'm coming round again.
i've returned and noone's been waiting.
i strain my eyes to see but it's so hard to read old tags on fallen walls.