My footsteps walked by her old door.
I was in the neighborhood going from point a to b.
Never did I think I would be back in the area again.
The last time I was at their door I dropped off a key.
She was on her way out of the area and I had ended things.
It is unfortunate how the past creeps up on you. I move forward but I remember everything.
Like how I was on a date with a lady when my niece was born. It was one of the times I was the comeback kid.
Memories last a while in my mind. Sometimes I forget about people and it is rare but nice.
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