Memories flashing

by Ericka Teigland

 

Memories flashing

The sound of foot steeps walking in and out

Voiced slowing turning to echoes

The light sniffles from my mother

Memories flashing

Lines on the carpet where my bed use to be

I grab one last item from that room off to the right

Write a note for my father

Place it on the kitchen table

Walk out with one last glance

Memories flashing