Staring at a house

by AR   Nov 23, 2021

I’m sitting in front of his house
It’s been 6 years from that night
Yet it feels like I’m still trapped there
All I can do is stare
I remember that stale air smell
What if I ring the doorbell
I know he doesn’t live there
He changed everything for me
One night that seemed lasted an eternity
A bad dream that wasn’t real
In turn reshaped my eyes to life
I thank him in a way
Because I no longer care about anything
So I will sit and stare
At this house that is just a bad dream


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