People Gone Are Not Lost
They Are With Me Everywhere I Go
Perhaps it is because I’ve moved so many times in adulthood (a couple of dozen) and so few in childhood (once) that place has less of a hold on me than it used to.
It’s not that I don’t have fond memories of special places in my life, it’s just that those memories are more about the people I associate with those places. That most of those people are dead makes…