10, not just a number
In this case a decade
Not just coincidence
It sounds like decay
My childhood home
Lacks resemblance
To the images in my mind
The musician
Who played songs by ear
Now lives a continent away
The life of the party
Has died
With a needle in his arm
The adventurer
Embarked long ago
No intention to return
The convenience store
Boarded up
Primed for demolition
With friends gone
And familiar hangouts closed
This is not my home…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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