A Foreign Country

Most of it flows past quite close
but it can't bend towards you
and you see it like
those childhood parades
blurred and saturated,
too grown up to interest you.

There's no need to push too far,
what sticks will stick despite you
and you'll feel it like
those bedroom moments
you've regurgitated
many times to comfort you.

Keep it like a charming ghost -
it haunts but doesn't scare you -
and you'll watch it fade
from rose complexion,
those to whom recounted
ever less engrossed by you.