In some dimension the past continues
Unhindered by our current reality and its apparent progress
Someones splitting wood in the backyard for the winter
rearranging the yard changing it all as our faces grow old
ghost spaces and purple shelters inside your hometown house
A structure that used to represent your life an extension of yourself
Now unrecognizable to your life strained eyes
You pick your way through
They haven't rented it out in some time
It longs to have you there inside
creating memories at cliche pace
But it's all different now
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