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I haven’t been to upstate New York since I was ten years old and we drove away from our house there without looking back.

I always dreamed that my life would be like it is in books. 

Little did I know that would later come true. 

It’s not quite what I imagined, though. 

A house holds memories

One look over my shoulder, and they are gone

The house is so bright

So full of orange light

I have memories in that house

Once, we met. 

My hair was up, and the world was coated with snow,

and you

 talked to me with wide blue eyes

and a slippery smile, easy to fall into.