Memories are odd. Never leave you.

When you leave some place, especially if that place is soon to be removed.

Does a part of you, however small remain. This Blog already stated "memories don't leave like people do".
Do memories remain like that sliding door.
How come we return like blinding light to those places,those people, even that episode. 
Only in our minds further our hearts.
Yet we can't actually go there.We are the ones removed to here, that place called the present.
Even now, as the 'Grim reaper stirs', ready to visit nearby my address.
I wonder, yes wonder l do...
The empty chair, opposite my Record player, awaits for you to visit like once before and converse.
About anything you wish.