Coming Home

They say you can't go back,
Unless the past is present.
A gift you can unwrap
A memory, effervescent.

I beg you please don't leave.
You know what's up my sleeve.
I'm tortured now and then.
I still remember when.

Remember how we used to feel?
These memories in my head are real.
Real enough to remember how
You moved through rooms as they are now.

Walking through our house today,
I can really hear you say
"Flavio, it's time to come inside
And eat your dinner" from the door you cried.

Pick up all your scattered toys,
Happy dreams of little boys.
Keep them locked in a safe place.
I'd see a smile upon your face.

Nonna dearest, I need you still.
My heart cools on the windowsill.
Your warm embrace, so filled with joy.
I'll always be your little boy.

The heart remembers what it wants.
Despite the presents' flits and flaunts.
Forever after, even now.
No way to know or sense of how.

4/21/26
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