This place

Sweet sounds and smells outside

The door is frightening

Laughter in the walls 

Pain in the cracks

Cold air and silence

Emptiness with impressions from where we last sat

We're gone

The boxes are heavy

My feet are still

One last smell, one last touch 

The damn house fell

We heard it starting to come down

Covered our ears 

Kept dancing till the floor caved in

This poem is about: 
Me

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