Facing my past

It seemed like
So long ago
So far away
In another time
And place
This room, my stuff
All these old feelings
Losing him, falling for you
Getting over him
Making love to you
Mom and dad
May never know
But all these old
Feelings still live
Here in this room
Within these walls
I could not live
In this room now
I can no longer
Live that lie
Pretend to be
Someone that
I am not
I guess it's true
What they say
You can never
Go home again

2.17.97

CMT

Author's Notes

When I moved out of my parents house and out on my own, I left a lot of stuff behind in my old bedroom. My mother had been after me for years to clean out that room. This is how I felt when I finally did it.