Damp Memories

When you enter a room,
That’s dark,
Quiet
And tired,
You can smell the damp memories
Growing as mould on the walls.
Family heritage and history
Faded into the couch.
Pulling the heavy curtains apart,
Intricate rays of sunlight
Radiate and remember,
Taking memories forever.
While you pack
Every precious memory
Into a box,
To be sent away.

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