Nostalgia

You peek in the window to see how it’s changed,
and doubt that it’s even the place that you thought.
You think that the furniture’s all rearranged,
when you peek in the window to see how it’s changed.
You know it’s more likely your memory’s deranged,
and again you’ll forget what it was you forgot:
don’t peek in the window to see how it’s changed;
you’ll doubt that it’s even the place that you thought.

Matthew King
 
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