One Final Visit

Here am I
At the alter of past memories
Ready to confess.
I once worshipped
Faded melodies of distant ghosts;
Grasped sunny days of long ago,
Crumpled photographs,
Echoed words;
And fought to keep
Above the tow of shifting shadows
Yet, I refuse to continue
Chasing an unreal heaven
Gone from view
Thus a match I strike
To light my old obsession
Burning pages of my prayers
Before I walk away