The White House Memories

went to the house last night
well this morning
4 am
strange  
houses so full 
of memories
emotions
simple things
tiny moments 
split seconds
no one remembers
gripping this steering wheel 
clenching my fingers
attempting to map
the blueprint 
in shadows 
trying to look 
in black windows
old wounds and burns
festering once more
lump in my throat 
tears of happy thoughts
cheery reminiscences
distance is present 
desiring past habits and quirks
sunday dinners
countless conversations
with billows of smoke 
running from our lips
papa and momma bear 
remain on the hill
but kids like to run free
all different directions
locations away from
the white house
aftermath
odd change in the air
heavier
almost ominous
but familiar
welcoming 
but not home

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