Those Little Rooms

We all have memories,
those little rooms,
where views and words,
and feelings are stored.

As we wander through our days,
the doors open and close,
and we relive the moments,
and enter those rooms,
if only for an instant,
to feel what we felt,
long ago then.

And then today,
a room without walls,
where we will live and do,
laugh and cry,
and love.

And at the end of day,
we build the walls,
install the doors,
a window if we are able,
to remind us we were there.

We all have memories,
those little rooms,
where views and words,
and feelings are stored …

where we’ve lived,
where we’ve loved,
where we’ve been.

 

 

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