Departures
My eyes sweep across the space
drinking in
holding in
letting in;
and letting go.
The bags stacked silently
awaited their journey.
If only I could be like them
Finding new homes wherever I went
And not longing for the old ones.
I turned out the lights
the roomful of memories
collected and stored inside
of all that and all those
I call Home.
The time of return is unwritten
the distance is far and wide
Wait for me till i’m back again
to take back my
pocketful of memories.
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Sip the warmth from your mug, grab a cushion, and turn down the music - there is much to be said.
