Leaving Home

The van departed

fully loaded.

The last seconds

of my last hour there


I stood there 

empty handed

and took a final look round

the house 

I’d once been happy there.

I felt empty now,

like the house,

empty rooms

and faded dreams.

I was on my own now,

going solo.

I walked briskly away.

I didn’t look back.



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