went to the house last night
well this morning
4 am
strange  
houses so full
of memories
emotions
simple things
tiny moments
split seconds
no one remembers
gripping this steering wheel
clenching my fingers
attempting to map
the blueprint
in shadows
trying to look
in black windows
old wounds and burns
festering once more
lump in my throat
tears of happy thoughts
cheery reminiscences
distance is present
desiring past habits and quirks
sunday dinners
countless conversations
with billows of smoke
running from our lips
papa and momma bear
remain on the hill
but kids like to run free
all different directions
locations away from
the white house
aftermath
odd change in the air
heavier
almost ominous
but familiar
welcoming
but not home

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