NaPoWriMo Day 11

I remember the wood,

I remember the feel of the concrete floor;

it was really cold, but not at night with a sleeping bag and a tent.

I remember the door,

I remember the other doors,

I remember the back, I remember the yard,

I remember the house; you having a party,

I remember the heater the shower and the static on the TV,

I remember falling in love with your music on the headphones that night,

thinking your intelligence was beyond anyone’s I had ever met before,

I remember sleeping by your side;

in the house, in the garage, in the shed, on the shelf..

slowing burning memory of the ‘chop shop’ in my head forever..

and finding true love in the most unlikely of places.

 

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