When I am all alone and all is quiet my mind drifts slowly away.
Walking the halls of my past, memories fill my tired worn flask.
Alone with my thoughts, the wrongs and rights, places a child once played.
I remember the dream's of a young lass, searching for love that will long last.
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life's memories are flashing back when you are alone and quiet this happens to many of us and it is nice thouhg that we are reminded of it because of this poem (just be careful with using 's when you make words plural)
You have captured alone-ness here perfectly!