CNY
Theres something about a memory
a past place and time
That brings as much pain as it does joy
Thinking about the days in your old bed
tucked away in your mothers basement
Conversing with friends
Reliving this
It hurts differntly
Theres something about a road
Taking us down an unknown path
Makes you wish those days would last
It hurts differently
Countless memories in place we couldnt wait to leave
Makes it hard to believe
It hurts differently
This poem is about:
My community