Friday, July 27, 2018

Moving away


It is my last day in my old house
It’s empty now, and everything’s gone
And the house echoes a lot
Like vacant memories ringing from bare wall to bare wall
I’m sad and I can’t help it
This is my house
This is where I grew old alone
This is where grew my heart of stone
And had it shattered
By a thousand warm hugs and cups of coffee
This is how I learned to be human
Moving away is hard
This was the first place I called home

-o0o-


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