Haiku Monday: Long Lost Home

Insatiable drive,
My thoughts with the trodden soil,
Being here before.

That one photograph,
A subconscious focal point,
Caress the surface.

Bearing no regrets,
Memories transcend the years,
Never to be sold.

Questions that linger,
Knocking on the crooked door,
Knocking on my skull.

What do you think?

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