I still dream about that year.
I still can remember everything there:
The sight, sound, smell, everything.
With every year that goes past,
I hold the memories closer and closer to my heart.
For all the moments,
Happening in the present
Will become memories of the past
That I will hold close,
Wishing every day
I could go back.
the room smelled sweet
sweetness a mix between
the sterile and calm
a sweet temptation just out of my reach
yesterday
to you i was nine years old
with a black hurley hat
that never left my head
the hat that you would take
and try to hold it far above
my reach knowing i could never get it
Summer nights
Taste of sweet smoke
Laughter and kindness
The generosity of strangers
The hopes of tomorrow
And the struggles of a past day
Fall days
Feel the heat on your back
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