By Kristin Khadija Mahmoud

You’re a corridor of rooms I barely remember

A patchwork of places I’ve been

A once roaring fire turned to smoldering embers

But the shadows of the past won’t let me in

Into the childhood of laughter and joy

Where you are a house with two parents

Before the house crumbled like Troy

Perfect places protected by a precious mind

Preserved before it is forgotten

Wanting to go back but my feet keep moving forward

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