There were sand dunes there once.
I slid down them,
jumped, laughing.

There was a green field there once,
I looked right across,
to trees, to sky.

There was an old hotel there once.
I took tea, cosy
with my friends’ secrets.

There was honour here once.
The airwaves
tremble with bitterness today.

We had conversations here once.
Now, cables and ear-plugs.

I was at home here once.
I’m lost.