I was startled by the roaring thunder
For my mind was lost in what was
lost in enmeshed memories of youth
Enmeshed but so vivid
So vivid I’d almost touch them
By simply reaching forth
The air damp with a smell of old and decay
Mixed with the smell of burning wood
I watched the fire going with a blank gaze
Cuddled in the squeaky old couch
I watched as the flames wiggled
The poping sound so soothing
This was my place
There wasn’t another,
A place I’d sit and be lost in memories of youth
In memories of love and hurt
With tearful eyes not from pain
No, from gratitude
For I got to.
Muzamir
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