In the dark I mourn. The blinds are closed because I don’t want to see the outside world. And I cry, and I cry inconsolably because it’s the last time I’ll be here. Our last night. I cry because I’m leaving you behind. Because I ought to, though I don’t want to.
Memories come and go and you are on each one of them. All the things I’ve learnt. All the people I’ve met. All the little things will always be a part of us both. For better and for worse you were my shelter. I always came back to you. My urge to leave years ago, to move on, the courage to actually do it, was easier knowing I’ll always could come back. Not anymore.
I etched my name in stone, lest nobody forget you will always be…my home.
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