The house of my childhood –
the house that spawned so many memories
has been reduced to rubble.

No fire consumed it –
no wind blew it to the ground.

Someone decided
years after I left town
that it would be in his best interest
to replace the place
that nurtured me
before I turned into a man.

Had not someone told me
the place had vanished from the earth
I would not have known.

A thousand miles away
and years away from being home to me
I feel a strange sadness –
a loss so strange
I wonder why it holds my heart.

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