iri (the great move)


I pack up my things solemnly
taking a good look at the walls around me
this house will not be my home, I should have vowed
because then I would believe the words now

this has happened before
but not by choice- the home was unsalvageable
I have spent two years in this realm
maybe not this home, but this land

the walls slowly crumble down
brushed into the trash bins of life
nobody expected it to stay up so long
nobody expected it to disappear without a trace

nobody really cared about the home anymore
two years is a damn long time
filled with parties that slowly waned away
until the land was bare of people
filled only with ghosts void of pleasure

goodbye, old home, old frontier
it was nice knowing you


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