Sunday, October 27, 2013

Via E. Jenner




I stood at the door
of a place that was home,
touched the cool metal
and like memory foam
it bent to my fingers
their imprint was made
and even with all of the years
gone to waste:

It's story is capsuled,
enclosed in my skin,
It's etched in the rocks,
it's carried within
and knowing our future-
the end that awaits-
it makes it that easier
to let go of it's gates.

Material things,
both mortal and not,
we must be contented
with the time we have got.
A farewell to my childhood,
the shelter I had,
the place that once was
the roof over my head.