it's somehow different now

it's not the same,

it never

is,

returning home to the same

town,

the same street

and house

you lived in.

it's different. the color.

the size,

the memory

shrunken down,

the world you once knew

is almost

childlike.

is this really the place

that formed

you,

stayed within your mind

for so many

years, whether

awake,

or dreaming?