Love It Later

Walking through the halls of where I used to be.

I've been gone for years, but it feels like yesterday.

I know the smell, the taste, the touch.

 

Now when nothing at all appears foreign to me,

I remember the distance I lived in this place.

Much closer now, than I was then.

 

Such a wonderful place, why did I ever want to leave?

As my steps go further, my heart moves closer.

What I appreciate most are the memories.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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