Poem #4: I’ve Always Known
poetry I’ve Always Known I padded through the halls to the alcove. Pictures of our gathered memoirs hung along nail-scratched, cracking walls. Dan Seals’ voice echoed through the floorboards. Somehow, the footsteps that once matched mine fell away. Pulling out a chair, I saved another. My feet tapped under the table; the wood trembled beneath. […]
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