Coral Harbor

This is a poem about my old life that I said goodbye to when my family moved.

Remember this city?

Remember this house?

This isn’t my home.

Remember that city?

Remember that house?

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That is my home.

Don’t you remember that house?

The green living room couch?

The spacious loft upstairs?

The kitchen table’s chairs?

Remember how happy I used to be?

I was so innocent and carefree.

I left it all there at that house.