Fields of Olden

You will ask to remember and I will deny.

I will search for an answer,

my mouth suddenly dry.

The details slipping through my fingers,

as the years pass us by.

I will read the apprehension on your face,

tucked behind that smile.

I was never the one with words,

never the one to live a lie.

Between the smoke and the fire,

It has been hazy this side.

The fields of the olden,
set ablaze by sands of time.

I don't plan on staying back,

scouring for charms or baubles,

Or rummage through the ashes,

waiting for the dust to settle.

As I stand on the horizon,

the pinnacle, looking down.

I wonder what took me so long,

 to burn it to the ground.

~ Seepz