departure

 

 

There goes our home. I did not feel anything

when we left, no yearning

for everything familiar

that is now lost–

 

usurped by the mere promise

of change. I did not even look

 

 

back. Sometimes I wonder what is

to be said of my apathy. How can something

that means so much to another mean nothing

to me?

 

I organize clutter

into boxes, reducing my years

into labels until they are finally

empty and put away, like how

 

torn-out linoleum is replaced

by the sound of my feet thumping

on the new wooden floors.

 

I got used

to getting off at another stop, writing

this strange address whenever I am asked

to reveal a little more

about myself.

 

This is home now. Funny how

I have always struggled with learning

how to forget. Now I’d give the world

and back

to remember.

 

 

and then, a year.

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