Relapse

A stranger in my own house. That’s how I felt as I ran my finger across the dust-laden woodwork. Memories of times past. It all seemed so far away. A different time, a different person. Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to shake off the memories. “Damn the dust!” I exclaimed, loudly, although no one was around to hear it. My own voice bounced and echoed off the blank empty walls. This is too much. I turned around and headed for the door.

I shouldn’t have gone back.

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