my heart heavy, but ready
turning the handle of the rickety door
tugging it open allowing for
an intoxicating scent to come seeping through,
as it swings open all the way
I enter,
sights and smells bringing me back to remnants of my former life
climbing over the packed away memories and into others
sitting on my old bed frame leaned up against the wall
my feet positioned so I will not fall
tearing back the tape I broke open a musty box
picking up the photographs confined
glancing down at the family of four,
framed, smiling
funny how a photograph can be
freezing time, pieces of the past
Digging around, heaving unnecessary junk away
and holding to my heart memory inducing treasures
thinking of sweeter days
and bitter ones too
i glance out the door
thankful for a friend, innocent and chattering
the company is favoured
when remembering
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