The weathered building still stood, <br />its lemon-yellow facade <br />now only a faded patchwork <br />of condemned signs <br />and boarded up windows. <br /> <br />It was the first time <br />I had ventured back there <br />since losing you. <br />Steeling my heart <br />with a deep breath, <br />I opened the door <br />and walked inside. <br /> <br />The rickity stairs were higher <br />than I remembered. <br />Now, years later, <br />the trip up <br />was almost as difficult <br />as the trip back <br />in time. <br /> <br />In broken ruins thick with dust, <br />thicker still with memories, <br />past and present collide <br />and pain and sorrow <br />pass in tears of liberation. <br /> <br />It was right to return. <br />Some days are diamonds, <br />some days are dust, <br />and some days <br /> <br />can never be <br />anything but both.<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-return/
