THE HOME HAS MOVED ON
You gave everything to it.
Time.
Love.
Resources.
Your best memories are in those walls
(and even some of your worst).
You grew there.
You cried there.
Loved ones surrounded you on the inside.
And at times, you felt all alone.
Yet, it knew you more intimately than your closest friends.
It saw you at your greatest.
It witnessed parts of you that you wish no one to see.
But now, the home has moved on.
It was sold without your consent.
A mother, father, or lover wishing to move on,
Though, you have not moved on.
It was your home.
And in your heart, it always will be.
But when you drive by it, it has changed.
It doesn’t acknowledge you.
The home has moved on.
In its walls, another family lives.
It has given its whole self to them.
They run through its halls.
They have destroyed your loving hand,
and put their flare to it.
And the home has moved on.
But you have not.
How you ach to go inside.
How you want to feel its flooring beneath your feet.
You know its intimate secrets as well.
The place where the floor creeks.
The windows that don’t latch properly.
You knew it with its hideous wallpaper
(Thankfully, now hidden from the world).
You knew it when its plumbing failed
(how embarrassing for it).
You knew every inch of it,
Yet the home has moved on.
But you loved it.
You still do.
You desperately want to go inside,
To smell it, to feel it, to see it.
But the home has moved on.
Yet, you can never move on.
It is the essence of you,
The one sure thing.
It was your foundation,
Though you can never return.
If only it would smile at you as you drove by,
Invite you in, where you can exchange memories.
But sadly,
Heartbreakingly,
Devastatingly,
The home has moved on.
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The Home Has Moved On
by Stephanie Daich
