Memories Poem by Aimee Nell

The smell of baking bread triggering childhood memories.
The times we were so innocent and carefree, when we didn't have a thought.
The times we all wish we could bring back.
The sight of the water jug, as I fill up my glass,
Bringing memories of times and places I wish I could forget.
As I stare out my window at night, seeing the street I wished could have flown down.
Flown into your arms.
Dreamed it so many times it seemed real.
And memories of the moon.
How in the past house, the past room, the past window I would stare out of.
And whisper your name to the moon.
Goodnight, I would say, and hope that you could hear.
Now I can't even see the moon, out of this window.