Good Times
Antique couch on a
Maple wood floor that
Smelled as of an
Aged memory.
Revealing and unraveling
Good incense of sweet
Years of youth where
Not even death can
Reap
Old stories,
Timeless calamities,
Ever longing,
Laughing.
Sweet love now
Sealed with
Decades as lockets
Embedded on Front St.
Copyright © Aaron Mcintosh | Year Posted 2016
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