It's been almost eight years
Yet
I come back here
And it's staring me down
I still smell
The food that was cooked on that stove
I still feel the carpet beneath my feet
Separating meds
Giving shots
And the smell of the air
While I take out the trash
The feel of the cold concrete
While I sit outside to think
How young was I
The burn of the tobacco
The feeling of the end
It's not easy
Eight years later
And I feel the familiar feeling
It's not a question if I've moved on
It's history repeating itself
It's loss all over again
We move on
But at what cost
Life
Is never ending
