Memories
Broken
windowpanes on a sun-bright afternoon,
I shouldn’t
have come back.
Back to the
shattered memories,
Back to the hope
childhood;
Overturned chairs
on a hardwood floor.
I used to
wait here,
When the
windowpane was whole
When the
chair was upright
When the
memories weren’t memories,
They were
life.
I used to
wait here,
And now it
is waiting for me.
Author's note: This was based off of a picture prompt of an old, abandoned attic. Sometimes it's hard to go back home.
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