Belonging

I walk for the last time

Through empty rooms

My bedroom

Once again replaying films

Hearing my music.

In the sitting room

Looking out at the tree Da planted from apple seed

The hedge he trimmed

The lawn I mowed

Steps I sat on.

In the kitchen

Ma’s dresser and stool.

I walk for the last time

Through our hall

Leaving behind my sense of belonging.

 

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