I Remember Copyright 2004 (C) Robert Blezard. It’s like I’m still standing there.

The driveway seemed shorter, Then the first time I was there. Of course, it had been summer then, The trees were green, alive. Not sleeping on a cold evening in February. The driveway had been lined with cars that day. I remember. . . A picnic table. . . there it is. The house. . . seemed larger the first time. A wooden porch. . . looks worn and old now. Cat. . . more than one. A path. . . surrounded by green and flowers. A pool built into a deck. . . in the back. But most of all. . . I remember the view. I remember… Trees spread in every direction. A meshwork of green and brown, That captivated my soul. . . Or at least what was left of it. It was at that moment that I knew, I never had a chance. My heart would never leave this place. I remember. . . It wasn’t the view I loved. No, that was just the final nail. And here I was again, Standing in front of the house. A message went from hand to porch. I did not go to the back. I did not have to see it. I remember.

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