On My Street
A Love Letter To One Recently Dead
I live on a cobbled stone street
In a big blue house, with a light post in the front yard
A small stone wall guards and protects our yard
The oak trees that line the street are a canopy to keep us cool
The yard in the back is vast
A garden out of a fairy tail with grass to run and play
Our home is warm
Three floors with rooms and family
The halls are lined with memories
The stairs are run with rugs
My room is red
Books piled sky high
My bed my kingdom
My cat the queen
My home in this room
In this house
On this street
Where you and I once long ago did meet
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