This was a house. People I loved lived there. I was happy there. I wasn't happy there. There was a pool table in the basement. They had candy.Then most of them died. And the rest moved away. And now it is gone.
Don't tell me it remains in my heart. That is foolish. What remains is nothing.
2 comments:
...yes but that counts, too.
I suppose. And the mud makes for a splendid beginning for something else.
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