Apartment #6

Pieces of my life will always live here. 
Sounds that are held to the wind that only blows here.
Fabrics of growth woven in the walls
of the house I will leave behind.
I will miss them,
but I will not mourn them. 
For they are very much alive. 
They are very much well.
They will be here when I choose to visit them,
in the back of my mind. 
I hope that when I see those fragments
of who I was,
dancing in the trees,
we can nod in agreement
that this was the right choice,
for us all.

317 Pershing