Love It Later
Walking through the halls of where I used to be.
I've been gone for years, but it feels like yesterday.
I know the smell, the taste, the touch.
Now when nothing at all appears foreign to me,
I remember the distance I lived in this place.
Much closer now, than I was then.
Such a wonderful place, why did I ever want to leave?
As my steps go further, my heart moves closer.
What I appreciate most are the memories.
This poem is about:
Me