Poetry · Writing


Walking towards the gate and never looking back. Made your mark in the home, deep and lasting. You belong in this home, yet, your not the home kind of person. The gate is cold along your fingers tips, icy and repelling.

This home might not be the same without you but it can no longer ignore your cold forgetfulness. Don’t forget to close the gate just don’t lock it. Don’t look back no reason to worry, this home will be warm, no reason to worry.


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