sheenaeastonwannabe set a lovely challenge of reading back through your posts and reposting one you particularly like for some reason.
I’ve got soooo many posts sheena, got lost in the photos, memories, tears re-reading them. Hard to pick. I admit I like my own poetry 🙂 so here is a post…
if I moved away
if I didn’t live here where memories lounge on street corners, leaning against lamp posts and tree trunks, sucking on cigarettes, staring me down with disdain
where past hurts gather in gangs, conversations hush, ready to pull me into dark spots, drag me down alleys to twist the knife
awkward laughter…… hollow eyes
if I didn’t live here would they all fall down?