That yearning feeling,
Of time, sound, place... memory,
Gently fills my heart
I can feel it, like
Warm beats of a lo-fi track,
Or cicada chirps
Toys and books scattered,
A basket of laundry, by
The couch where I sit
Summers ending, with
A cool breeze and the smell of
Autumn in the air
#poetry
about 2 months ago