Nostalgia
A thick quilt of dust
A strong odor of musk
A cracked photograph
Dead sunlight streaming
On the floor
Where I spent my days dreaming
Of where I'd be
A grown man wild and free
Wishing I could break out
But looking back
I have absolutely no doubt
I'd give anything to go back
When the sky wasn't black
And my heart was full of belief
But coming back is a relief
Picking up broken relics of the past
Wondering how it all went by so fast
Looking at the photo of my grandmother
Feeling as if the guilt would smother me
I walk through the living room
Through all the memories and gloom
Seeing old scratches on the walls
Where dogs made their bathroom calls
Through one more door
The hinges broken
Because we were so poor
And there's a pair of flip flops
Sitting in front of a rocking chair
That rocks back and forth
Back and forth
The chill in my blood
My eyes begin to flood
And as I step outside
I'm greeted by a chorus of rain
As if the Heavens shed tears
And I think God knows
I could never let her go
If I could say one last thing
I'd apologize for everything
But barring that I can only look up
Up to the clouds
Hoping I made her proud
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2017
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