Good Times

There is a spot in my heart
Which stores places left behind as if they were a favourite jumper
That has been pushed to the back of the wardrobe.

Returning to the place feels like drawing that old sweater
Over my head.
Warm, welcoming, comforting,
So many good memories weaved into its threads.

And though I may have a new jumper,
With many fine qualities,
For now, it is not the same.

The new jumper needs time
To make new memories.