I think about coming back to places that once were,
A part of my life
bright and vivid like a movie
now shut down and boarded up.
I hold a hand to them like pulling from
a memory and
they light up,
Sounds and colors
and memories
of a place
where things happened.
Conversations run through my head like songs
slipping and disjointed
different shoes slip on and off my feet
as I slide my way through.

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