Late at night
Under the comfort of the fall air
I would sit on the roof
Watching the stars in the sky
As the smell of the different seasons
Comforts me
With the same music as all those years ago
Being played through the same beat-up headphones
Gifted to me by my great-grandmother
Who died almost seven years ago
And as I sit here I think about her
And what fall does to me
Posted in response to the challenge Autumn '24: Writing.
This country is empty
It is long gone
For the days of adventure
And truth
Lie written in our history books
Soon to be burned and forgotten
I'm 14.
And I just saw Bruce Springsteen
Live for the first time.
I've loved him and his music since I was 6.
I've listened to him religiously since I was 7.
018751 this was the lunch code I was given
My first day of third grade
My teacher wrote on my hand
With a green marker that smelled like berries
018751 this was the passcode for my first email
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