Moving On


They said that you never go back

once you leave home.

I was sure I would

and I promised

my mother

as we packed the big black trunk.


I was homesick and in tears those

first few days in college.

‘Hay fever’, I said.

In September!

I promised

I’d come home at the weekend


And I did, I did as just I’d promised.

But I didn’t want to go.

Didn’t want to leave

all my new friends

and all the new

possibilities,

though it was nice to meet old ones again.


I had lots to tell them about my new home,

my new friends and my new place.

And about all the excitement.

I planned for old friends

to visit my new home

and they did

eventually.

And then the new went to visit the old.


But ‘they’ were right to say that

you never go back home

once you leave.

I never did.

Not really.

I never 

went back 

to stay.


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