You Can Never be Replaced

I remember the smell
of the upstairs
of my house
in the summer

It smelled of safety and sun

I remember falling onto my bed
after long days of school
and watching the dust dance
in the light shining in
from my window

I remember being wrapped
in the warm air
of the upstairs
of my house
in the summer

When I wake
I keep my eyes closed
and pretend I can still feel it

When they open,
I remember how some things
can never be replaced

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