Damn, Thomas, that sent waves through me. Reminds me of past sins, if you will.
Parents up and moved me and my sister when I was seven. Left Brooklyn and landed in Suffolk County, NY. The equivalent of leaving Paris and landing in Fish Tail, WY.
Nice house. Lots of quiet. Tons of empty spaces. Few strangers, fewer friends, less of everything except lonely days - there were plenty of them.
Yeah, powerful poem. Cheers.