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The Porch
Feet swinging gently, from
side to side.
Lips frosted with the sweet tang
of Mom's ice-cold lemonade.
With the crisp summer breeze,
drifts innocence.
A forgotten flavor of the past
dances on the tip of my tongue,
inviting me to simply press rewind
and begin to relive.
Our ghosts sailing down the pavement,
bike pedals pumped gently.
Blind to the silent thief edging itself closer,
who swallows us whole.
Still unaware.
We swing together now,
eyes fixed on the smoldering concrete.
The joy from cycling down and back,
faded, stolen that night.
Bridge to the past
built from bittersweet bricks,
painted with a layer of remorse.
Locked into wooden floors and steps,
the porch.
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I wrote this piece based off of the summers I used to spend with my best friend, and how now we rarely have time to spend with each other. I hope this poem helps you relive some of your best memories and moments of pure enjoyment!