I could not even say goodbye

I saw you born,

I saw your skeleton,

I know every corner and your walls,

You were built by a wise old man,

You were the product of his imagination.

Strong yet warm,

You withstood cold weather, torrential rain , dry heat

And there you were always ready to receive us.

How many stories can be told in that log cabin?

I made important decisions there

And because of those decisions I am writing this poem

How often did you see me drunk or unconscious?

You saw me grow,

You were always there

In my memories, in my desires.

Love stories you have for many,

Tears soaked the inside of your property,

And loud laughers

You keep so many secrets

that they will never be known.

You encapsulates the entire universe in your woods.




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