Maybe it?s about not wanting to let go.
These floods of memories some say come
Not all at once but at a moment
Then moments of an avalanche
About places and times .
And without a delete bottom
They are forever being rekindled.
These simple pleasures of memories
Are the assurances I now have
Of those places and people and times
Did exist indeed and not misleading.
These rekindled memories of home .
But there is no comfort in them
Without the smiles that touch my soul
To welcome me home.
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