CHRIS J. MELANSON
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“Remembrance”


An old man stands looking at an old house:
Vacant,
Paint peeling viciously,
Windows have been smashed out,
Vines have continued to embrace the structure
For years,
And years,
As the old house has been only,
Slowly
Corroding away into the soil.

The old man tries to foil tears as he stands alone,
Thinking:
Memories of the past,
Of the times when he called the house home.
He’s been avoiding coming back to the house
For years,
And years,
For his mind has been only,
Slowly
Running away from the remembrance.

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-Chris J. Melanson 2008