12/30: past places

Everyplace from the past seems smaller
and less looming
when rolling up on them
after a few decades of healing.

The road you lived on is crumbling
and some of the houses have their lawns trimmed
while others do not.
There is a junker in the driveway that used to be yours.

I wish you were there, standing in the doorway
so that I could reassess you.
Smaller, less looming. Maybe unkempt. A shoelace untied.