Boxes to the ceiling
Souvenirs of the past
Confused on what I’m feeling
Nothing seems to last
This house has been our home
A place to live for years
Leaving, though not a lone
My eyes swell up with tears
Were moving to a strange place
Ceilings high and white
Trying so hard to embrace
A life without a fight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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