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First move from here to there.
Cardboard boxes filled to the brim
decorate empty rooms.
The moving van backs into the driveway;
Two men come out and begin loading
My Berenstain Bears books, Beanie Babies, and Phillies tees.
My friends arrive,
And cry with me.
My smile is long gone.
In its place is a frown that wishes it never had to appear.
Mom and Dad come out of the house
And hand the realtor extra keys.
As I quickly run in for one last glance,
All the memories play before my eyes.
Balloons from my fourth birthday hang in the dining room,
Presents from Santa are scattered around the living room,
And the only Thanksgiving not spent in a restaurant is taking place at the table,
Laughs and all.
My parents lock up the place where I grew up,
The place I’ve known for so long.
Before I can blink,
I’m gone.
Some of my memories stay,
Others leave, making room for new ones.

I’m older now.
And am driving past,
I see my old house, or something similar.
That tree was never so tall,
A holiday flag was always hanging under my childhood bedroom window,
And the shutters were never that shade of green.
I park and walk around,
Slowly, suddenly,
Remembering.




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