When the traffic of thoughts stopped.

Cerebral ramblings travel
the spherical confines
across the dusty plains
of nothingness,
where once memories trafficked.
Only a porch light is lit now
but the home is empty,
hollow are the footsteps
of moments once played,
the internal walls of being
are crumbling.
Memories lie at the end
of the rainbow lost;
hazy, flickering,
the colours disappear.