There should be nothing here I don’t remember…

Leaves changing hues like apples ripening

Littering the long driveway leading up to the yellow house

Ever unripe cherries being scavenged by the blue jays

and the woodpeckers 

and the cardinals

Earnest bees prepping for the winter under the porch

There should be nothing here I don’t remember…

Snow, like paper,

Getting smudged like an eraser 

Forgetting all our homework while we’re there

Dust drifting past me from the nearby fireplace

Getting the first pick on which bathroom to use every day

There should be nothing here I don’t remember…

Except the house isn’t theirs anymore 

Having felt nature’s wrath

I’m 15 now, reminiscing about memories I made over my childhood

Now someone else has got the place where all those memories were made

A place I can’t revisit, only treasure in my dreams