Places Never Called Special

Think of home-

Who met you in the morning, kissed you before the bell? How many nights spent dreaming in the same bed year after year?

Ash in the Earth, just memories forgotten. Parts so deeply ingrained that time could never erode them.

-tell me what you remember.

Crows; bent beaks and greasy wings - perched on fences, light poles. Circling, waiting for scraps to be forgotten. The biggest crows I've ever seen.

Birds continue to circle but you and I are gone. As you depart, a thousand children take your place. They'll share your fears and repeat your mistakes.