Silently, I slipped out the back door, as you rapped
your knuckles thrice on my front door, and called out my name;
an old habit, a private joke, but there was no one there to understand it.
The door was unlocked as always and you let yourself into my humble abode.
Its quaint brick walls, the sunlight falling through the wide open windows, and dust motes glinting in the afternoon sun,
all of them, now reminders of the days we used to share.
Your hand lingered upon the door frame as you took another step into this little time capsule.
Yet, by then, I had already left the squat building, my belongings in a rucksack slung upon a shoulder, my future awaited.
You caught my reflection in the mirror and stuck your head out the window.
I turned and granted you a smile, blew a kiss goodbye, and soon vanished into the shadows -
the tick-tock of the grandfather clock mocking how you just missed me...
Farewell my friends, I go to glory.
Love, hugs and all those stuff the world needs more of,
- Me.
