I was reminded,

Of a place I lived,

And a lightness overcame me,

Changed my outlook.

The house was well built,

And it smelled like wood.

Where the sun was shining,

And all was quiet,

It seemed that peace,

Had been sprinkled upon us.

The air was clear,

Yes, the sky is still blue.

No smog anymore.

On the streets the trees were full.

I felt as if there would be more.

It wasn’t perfect,

There were clouds in the sky,

But what even was it,

That I liked so much about it.

I am now obsessed,

With that place in the past.

With finding that house,

I even thought,

I must go back

If I walk the street,

Maybe it will come back.

What is it even,

That I liked about it?

It’s just a feeling,

Of peace,

Of endings,

Beginnings.

Where one can stretch out,

Without it being a bad deed.

A time in a place.

Gone,

Out to space.

The feeling that,

Just now I’ve lost it.