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I walked past your old house. I stared at the dark windows, wishing I could turn back time. Your bedroom light would flick on and I’d call you. Asking you out for ice cream. You’d run to the window and there I’d be. You’d run out of that house all giddy like, wearing an old flannel of mine. We’d hold hands as we walked down the block. You’d start to ramble on about nothing. We’d admire our neighborhood as the leaves rustle across the street. admitting this was our favorite time of year. You’d find us a table while I stood in line I’d ask for two Oreo shakes. Your eyes getting big when I brought them over. We’d sip away and talk more about nothing and I’d be so happy. The night would get cooler And we’d snuggle each other walking back. Squeezing me tighter the closer you were from home. We’d stand under that light in your front yard. Saying nothing but feeling everything. Both tired and cold, refusing to let go. Tonight, I stood there again. Crying, begging to be that kid again.
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Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 12:49 PM UTC
Dear, Macy
I walked past your old house. I stared at the dark windows, wishing I could turn back time. Your bedroom light would flick on and I’d call you. Asking you out for ice cream. You’d run to the window and there I’d be. You’d run out of that house all giddy like, wearing an old flannel of mine. We’d hold hands as we walked down the block. You’d start to ramble on about nothing. We’d admire our neighborhood as the leaves rustle across the street. admitting this was our favorite time of year. You’d find us a table while I stood in line I’d ask for two Oreo shakes. Your eyes getting big when I brought them over. We’d sip away and talk more about nothing and I’d be so happy. The night would get cooler And we’d snuggle each other walking back. Squeezing me tighter the closer you were from home. We’d stand under that light in your front yard. Saying nothing but feeling everything. Both tired and cold, refusing to let go. Tonight, I stood there again. Crying, begging to be that kid again.
Inspired By Kacey Johansing “Let Me Walk Right In”
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24/M/Ohio
Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 12:49 PM UTC
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