Friday, September 16, 2011

Imaginary House

I looked back, and what was, was not
An imaginary house that stood behind the trees
Though it had no address, the windows were open
As I peered inside I saw shared love, shared thoughts
it was the house I wanted yet was not ready to buy
Each night driving past, my mind captured the warmth
it emanated outwards and was sensed in the street
Yes, I may miss this place, as I save to memory
I looked back and what was, was not
... and the breeze blew a leaf by my feet

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