Shell Once Shed

Searching this old familiar place.
For things I recognize, that feel in sync.
An outsider is all I am here now.
A tourist who knows more than the shell.

How did I ever fit in?
Was it so easy to play the role?

Time passes and people change,
Yet it stayed so clear within...
Each and every memory.

Tattooed upon my soul,

Following me as my now life grows old.

A lifetime it feels,

Lived in this very place.

So many stories... Captured Memories.

In a different time, a different me...

Just someone I used to be.

A shell worn to perfect the skin.

Protect the outside from seeing in.

It no longer fits... a discarded disguise

Walking my own footsteps,

Wondering, so much about life.

.... knowing... There's a story to tell.

and yet? ... 

What becomes of the shell....
When it's been shed by the soul?

@s.irfanaleem 8.16.2014