The room is old, but new.
It was built just yesterday,
But still, it must be old.
For all I remember here is so vivid.
I smell the calming smell,
Of cigarettes', and the nearby park.
I can smell the snow, and the rain,
and I can almost feel the cold heat,
radiating off the sun.
My tears fall, absentmindedly.
I close my eyes, and lean against the wall.
I take a deep breathe, and smell the old air.
I'm back in a small house.
The light shone through the translucent curtains.
My favorite person, my best friend-
Right by my side. I guess that's the memory.
I take yet another deep breathe, and let myself relax.
We start to stand, and run outside.
I see the cats, I see them running under the porch.
As if we'd hurt them. That was never on our agenda.
We run to the park, the one so close to the house.
I fell more tears fall, and I try to remain focused,
focused on this old smell.
We go to the swings, and she teaches me how to do it.
"You have to lean into the movement"
She explained.
Suddenly I smell,
I smell another smell.
I get up, and make my way towards it.
I make my way to a tree, with a nice breeze.
I sit beneath it, and close my eyes.
I take in the old, new, smell.
We are on a trampoline.
She is by my side once again.
This time, we are at my old house.
We go inside, and go to my basement.
We've been outside too long.
Far too long.
We play the playstation.
Just for a wee bit.
And we play minecraft.
The game we usually played back then.
I open my eyes, and I see people looking at me.
I've just been sitting here.
crying.
I hate nostalgia...
YOU ARE READING
My poems, And Random Stuff
RandomI am a soldier. I am the one that is always on the battlefield. With scratch marks, and bruises. I try to carry on, I try to see the light. I reach for my guns, to try and abolish the enemy. The ones that want me dead. But I can't anymore. I've bee...
