Leave This House

Imagine it is old or beautiful
Perfectly groomed
Or hurricane messy

But you must leave it
Shaken of its dust

All the memories of this place
Come back to you as children
Playing hide and seek in this square place they only knew as home

They stop now
Look at you bewildered
Why are we leaving?

Your answer is complicated by both
Tears and regret
You know
All men must one day
Leave this house
For another

Either infinitely
Better or worse than the first


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