Sometimes it’s hard

it’s hard to visit the old places

sometimes those places are physical

smells

colors

furniture or knick-knacks

triggers

. . . . .

sometimes the places aren’t places at all

they are words

memories

thoughts

feelings

. . . . .

no matter, they do the same

they wash over and pull me back in

into things kept over there

but they are no longer over there

they are here now

and they need to go back there

or just away.

. . . . .

away would be good

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