A Place To Call Home

So I was forgotten for a moment, 
but beside the truth...

I was there
I felt my feet on the ground

I looked around and saw too few faces,
Of too few friends

I recall time moving a bit slower,
Which was a time so nice to see

So there was more then enough of a moment
For me to be remembered

So I think I stayed there.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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