It's fascinating how
something so simple
and small
can bring up a box full of memories.
A photograph,
driving past a location,
revisiting old hangouts.
This was the place that I grew up.
It's fixed up from what it used to be.
Skipping school-
having only being caught twice.
Running out to the parking lot and squealing off like
a bandit.
The old arcade,
blowing dollar bills
left and right.
Winning worthless prizes.
Singing every song
we ever knew
to the steering wheel.
Having plans to get out here and have our big dreams come true.
Having my first kiss
by the train tracks.
The school is now closed.
The Mall and arcade were shut down.
The same old song are played on the radio.
The train station now terminated.
Weeds and dandelions grown of the rails.
The faces are all still the same.
Memories can't be erased
or replaced.
I miss that town.
I miss the people.
I believe I miss the one place I promised I'd never return.
I want to stay.
It's too hard to leave.
It's time to say Goodbye.
Because nothing will ever change.