I pretend pieces of my sanity <br />don't actually fall between <br />the pregnant pause, that <br />rushes the silence in <br /> <br />I'm too grown - to be so, <br />unbearably comfortable with <br />the weight of the world <br /> <br />Outside Spring arrives, <br />life takes flight as <br />butterflies haul the sun in <br />on their backs <br /> <br />The pavement arches slightly at the neck, <br />tilt of the world off center- <br />this moment is what I’ll remember, <br />when I wake 10 years from now, haunting <br />the ruins of another city <br /> <br />I’ll take what rest I can get <br />when it comes to carrying this cross, <br />the memento of who I was, before <br />the valiant fall- <br />Memories of home, we <br />take them with us when we go- and <br />you’re dying to know, what it is <br />I’ll miss the most.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nostalgia-2/
