Do you feel it?
A certain type of displacement
A longing for a far distant ‘was’
In a place that still exists
But it’s so far away
And so embedded in your memory
That you can’t stand the thought of it changing
Other than the way it once was
With the same people who haven’t changed
They’re all there waiting
Thriving in the very back of your head
Constantly touching your heart
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