There exists a factory near the place of my birth
Where more than just parts were produced
But people too;
Providing food and shelter; health and a future.
For my memories sake I drove past it just the other day
Ready to indulge my mind through the
Baptism of recollection.
I willed my eyes in its direction
And found much to my surprise
The gigantic parking lot full of only weeds,
Which seemed to transcend the pavement.
My heart despaired as the once immense structure
Lay vacant like an old ghost town.
On that day my memory died.