June 28

I'm moving out
hear the walls talk about
what alls gone down
and how I'll miss this house
and the phantoms of the past
tip the hourglass
I remember past laughs had
and even the bad
I roll up the sleeping bag
and pack the last
of my crap into the back...
draw my name in the sand
I can still smell the fresh paint
and th new fireplace
the stench a disgrace
the first couple days
I stand in the doorway
let the doorframe portray
hallucinations of yesterday
before it all fades to gray
and I'm moving on
though my presence is gone
the memories are strong
where I once belonged