Our trip abroad was irreversible;
the things we saw destroyed our home
and though the structure was still visible
they had altered everything we'd ever known.
All of our rooms denied their memories
and though everything was in it's place
we still could tell they all were forgeries
for the old patterns of our life had been erased.
While all our dealings were innocuous,
through an involuntary act
they tore the road to home away from us
and we will never have the chance to get it back.
They know nothing of it yet now they are all part of it.
We have to build the new empire over the old.
You get to keep only the history that you've been told.
Now that I've managed to adjust to it,
I will not waste my time on fear.
For though the sacrifice is permanent
it's effects will make my life a souvenir.
And oh what a relief when we changed our minds
and everything went back to normal.
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