Formerly Neighbors

A prose poem about no longer living next door to friends.

Anthony Luis Medina
Nov 1 · 2 min read
Photo by Emma Frances Logan on Unsplash

All the memories seem to fly past me.

That white house at the corner of my eye when I peeked out the heavy window.

It seemed like the weather didn’t care much about the white house.

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Anthony Luis Medina

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Male. 23. Featuring post undergrad life as a salty commentator with a goal to write for a living and seek the truth. Also because money.

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