Thursday, May 3, 2012

313 Sycamore Ave

A place where I used to play.
Back as an adult but things haven't changed.
My home where I took care of my brother and sister.
The place where my grandmother died and mother said she would miss her.
No longer, nothing stronger.
The steps where I sat, composing a song or...
the tree where our fort was the center of our lives...
Its amazing the things that haven't changed...
even after you've died.

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