#HomecomingPoetry

I am known here

I WAS known here,
I suppose.

I wonder when the 'me'
These walls knew disappeared.
They were missing for years
Before anyone noticed.

These walls are a shrine,
Tomb,
And time-capsule
Rolled into one location.

Here's where I learnt
To ride a bike;
Here's where my best friend and I
Huddled close together
While rewatching Mary Poppins;
Here's where my sister and I
Sang silly songs until we
Ran out of breath;
Here's where I wrote my first poem;
Here's where I
Self-harmed for the first time;
Here's...