Now as I see it through older eyes, I realize what it really is. But a calm oasis for children to create memories in. Milly eyes me nervously, she appears intimidated. Perhaps my older appearance scares her, She hands me a long-forgotten clay bowl, And I reluctantly leave the past cave of calm. But I know I no longer belong here.
Yesterday is gone.
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