u/FireWall0909

it’s not the place, it’s the paths
it’s not the school, it’s the people
it’s not the house, it’s the home
it’s not the person, it’s the echo

it’s not the same when your missing
it’s not the missing when your scared of forgetting
it’s not what you think, it’s always different

difference is change. change is scary
scary is leaving.
reminiscing is what’s hard

(NB. This is the first poem I have ever written, and would just like any feedback. The title of the post isn’t the name, it doesn’t have a name. I will take criticism, constructive or not. Any feedback it’s appreciated)