the place we used to live

echoes 
of children’s laughter 
reverberate off 
dilapidated walls 
of the fallen treehouse

happy shouts 
ring out 
hide and seek

dull clanging 
of sword fights 
in the field

expectant stockings
giddy mornings
over hot chicolate

the slow 
crunch 
of gravel 
under unsteady bicycle tires

the dog 
lost 
in the woods 

happy birthdays 
melt away 
like warm icing 
on patio boards

hungry vines 
reach out 
from the earth 
engulfing 
the place 
we used
to live
consuming time
feasting on memories

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