The Move

photo by Mary Daughtery

To look out upon a star-filled sky

From an old window

Drafty and dull.

Never to walk upon floors

So worn with life.

Walls that wrapped around

Tears, laughter and …sighs.

Exchanged for walls

New, empty, echoing.

Floors that have not known

Any comforting existence.

We move on

By choice or by foul

Touch the door knob

Look back, once more

The marks of a leftover life.