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On the Drive Home
I remember driving by that house all the time.
I couldn't tell you what color it was.
I can't tell you the street name.
All I know is that is was on the drive home.
Last year was a hard year for me,
high school was taking a hit,
family issues back home.
All I know was I made it through.
One day I remember the color of the house clearly.
The skeleton of the house hung without its skin.
Ashes had fallen on the lawn like a darkened snow globe.
When I drove by I could smell whatever was left of it.
All I know was that the family inside it was safe.
It was a bright summer.
Not weather-wise, my town had gotten used to a blanket of fog.
But I was doing okay.
Last year was erased.
All I knew was that this was going to be a good year.
In the fall the house was a new color.
Almost sparkly white.
The windows had curtains behind them.
The grass was an almost unnatural green.
And a car was parked out front.
All I know was that the house was glowing.
This year is going well.
I'm seeing the world through rose colored glasses.
It's starting to feel like a different school.
And I'm not who I was last year.
All I know is, I'm happy now.