I blocked that place out years ago;
Those days we used to play together
Forced out of my mind along with childhood.
It was seven years ago;
I remembered the other day.
Never once have I thought of you before then;
Never did I allow myself to enter that time of my life.
I passed our old neighbourhood.
The child imprisoned inside me led me down the road,
Stopped me outside your garage –
Of course, you weren’t there.
A wild part of me imagined you were; behind the door,
Waiting for me to go in, guitar poised.
I know that was just a dream.
I missed you as our music haunted my mind,
You playing the notes, singing
Like that was all that mattered in your life.
The day you were taken away from the music
Lies fresh in my mind, although placid -
Undisturbed for seven years.
A tear rolled down my face, landing
With an unmistakable chord on the floor.
I stayed outside your garage for five hours,
Until I looked at my watch and realised
Our practice was over.
Author notes
I did have the pic up here but my preferred membership trial thingy ran out 
The link to the pic is http://www.eyesofchaos.com/gallery/330.htm .
Written January 13th, 2004
A contest entry
- a picture screams a thousand words (For New Members in January) by BrokenSouledPoetess.
300 points, ended February 2, 2004, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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very good entry...worked well for me...good luck!!...hugs...leanne xxx
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Wonderful words. I shall have to look at the link provided to see what has already formed in my mind from this poem.
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aw I really wish I could have gotten to this sooner when the picture was uploaded! Great job with the writing. I was wondering if you could supply us with a link?
Jenn -
well shall I also say nostalgic? LOL no I shall say different and it elevates one to deep thinking, I too can't see the picture do you have a link to it?
Welcome to AP and good luck
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This was a stirring piece of nostalgia. It just took your reader on an emotional journey that most could relate to in some way, but was entirely your own.
It'sa pity I cant' see the picture that inspired this, but I did enjoy it regardless. Best of luck. -
from many nbands of brothers i have emerged, the music still fresh the squeal and the roar of amps still ringing in my ears, the faces blur, but the music and the beauty wrought by fingers on steel and skins, and wind instruments stil haunts me 187 songs later.......lovely work...some of my mates are gone on to the great stage above,,,playing first class now.....Artis
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power to the people
wow.......that ending. that's all i can think of.....so amazingly sad, and forlorn, and i'm not a nostalgic/sentimental person by any means, but i do love this. (i like the picture too) and the title...can't forget that. *houses of the holy* anyway. and it fits the poem absolutely perfectly, too. the cool thing is that it's good enough, not awesome, but good enough, until it gets to the last line which blows you away. that's what happened to me, anyway. in any case awesome write, and good luck. -
Very nostalgic piece you have written here. I liked this picture when I saw it (as I am an avid music junkie), but never really figured out a poem for it. Nicely done.
Thanks for entering and good luck!
~Rain
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